Lyrics:
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
codes I live by
One time for the G’s
Two time for the pies aye
Penitentiary bars when I spit it’s on lock
I’m just aching my cost
Only thing I do is right
blood that by my own work
Ain't no frontin'
I think he mad 'cause a young nigga took off
We drop them bags, you know them young niggas took off
Work
We are not your slaves
Entombed in a cage of debt
Forgo your lives
And work for nothing
Taught this strife
From womb into the afterlife
Or face up
partying)
Party all night
You can go down as a simp (Don't be a simp)
Or you can go down as a boss (Need to work on yourself)
Live life how you wanna live
But its not everyday that I get up so great
It's not everyday that I can get up right
I got night by my side but sometimes darkness tries
To overcloud
the morning light the water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage the Ponderosa ranch
Day by day work
hit the road like a fugitive
Work me now
Work me now
Show me how
Work me now
Running scared's no way to live
Hesitant and tentative
Something
the night, we have one shot to live another day
We cannot let a stray gunshot give us away
We will fight up close, seize the moment and stay in it
It's
Hoesch, Krupp, Thyssen, Mannesmann –
they make their steel with men
in the blood of men
and the ink of chimneys
the smoke nights write their oaths
smoke
the Marlboro, marley marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever that's insh'allah
Memoirs
it, people talking bout shit they never done
Drinking like I'm 21 last night don't remember none
But this my life, I'll make it right, while will live
Tired every smoke session live 4:20/7
A house gotta work 2 full jobs
The trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and fixed
Where poor men are lured by desire to be rich
Where the limited power is still given to men
Where development aid
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Get money, get fly, get busy, get live
Get over, get by, get women, get high
Get right!
[Inspectah Deck]
Think you can stop
time
Mac in my right arm, Tequila bottle in
My left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go, Can´t do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, hells men
Two
This is the story of love that came undone
This is the story of two men
And a gun of two men and a gun
A man that I'd never met stole my wife
a nigga brain explode
Yo from Y.O. to Q.B., they bang this shit
Shaolin' boys, they bang them fifths
Eh yo, late night, candle light, fiend with
bitch
Gotta get my racks up
Motivated by struggle bitch
I gotta stay active
No practice I laugh
Hard work is beating the talent up
No challenges
Clear my
were distracted by the heavens
But I tried, I tried
Please believe I really did
I went halfway 'round the world just to figure out how to live
Now I
their all dead or in jail So now what do you think were gonna do
Hook
Just tryna live out my dreams and leave a legacy they keep killing us in
wanna swipe the card twice
Hopin' them digits on the bank card erase all the problems and the hard nights
What's the high life if you ain't work for it
trying to wash off the night before
It's easy come easy go these days buddy
With one foot in and one foot out of the door
We make it work until we don't
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