Lyrics:
this record is from me to you baby
Yeah, real talk
Been around tha world
I've been into many places seen some unfamiliar faces
But baby none of them
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
What's the topic? I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust, this world we
and he's a cool guy
And you'll really need him, I mean need to really get to know him
Ladies and gentleman, from all houses, to all towns
From
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
They’re killing others, break in houses, steal from other people
Those who want me to stop, never been through all this shit!
Those are people happy with
just stay the fuck from my girl and shit
You know what I'm sayin? My nigga gutter told me and shit dog
I'm tryin' find out, though wat's poppin'
Machiavelli, I'm in the studio drunk then a motherfucker
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild,
Live, for all my dogs, for all my dogs out
about me? The garden doesn't lie, just like your worried face, Mr...”
Edward. Indeed, 'm troubled by one thing. In a few days I will have a difficult
never pass
Future where I wanna be why you try to fawn on me
Accused of being a wanna be
Huh what you want from me
You know I'm too hard on myself
slang
Your world is ghetto
It's where I live; it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
I could never win
could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that
a settlement
Ever seen a nigga buy a Porsche off the internet?
Ever seen a nigga buy a house from the toilet?
Add a boat to the cart, click "yes" - bought it!
mean it
Seen it come together so clean, shit
Do you know who I'm the team wit?
Only them, real live players from the block to the stage
Keepin' it
Circle big or small; it's still 360
So no matter how many people I keep with me
Means nothing if not one would give me a kidney
Yet at the bar with you
Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me
Nasty, niggaz on the point they see you shinin'
Engineers in the studio see me rhymin'
Don't
real, dog, it puzzles me"
No rules in this music industry (y'all know!)
If it feel good and make ya move your feel (y'all know!)
And if the bass is
Champagne and pools, layin by the palm trees
What else do you want from me?
Is it the house that I live or the things that I can give am I a fool,
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
younger that's a fact
So a brother gotta get it by any means
Means, means, means, means
I don't wanna be here
Any more than you want me to
I'm so sincere
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
the world won't end
If you wanna call someone sweetie, save it for you girlfriend
Or if you're from the south, with 'honey' in your mouth, fact
You can put it
pray everyday
To live and die
Kaapstad
Kaapstad
Kaapstad
Where you from
I mean I have seen in Cape Town, I lived in Cape Town in 1969 I lived in Cape
fuck
I wish that I could live like them
Got a big house, and four cars in the drive way
But then again not really about that materialistic spouse
Call me
to a vulgarian
Uh
I need more Ps from lul julio
Pull his card out the deck yugiho
They lucky ion fuck up the studio
They gon be sick if they see how i do this
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