Lyrics:
Nor a soldier just a man made fortunate by
The power of the spotlight and to
Save someone's life I am willing to spend
Some of that capricious
Currency
houses I even cased out at my man's place
Taking from people that probably was decent a damn shame
I call her mama but she not the woman that had me
Rats
story short Duki only went and bust, I'm talking major
Now he's known as "Mr. Do a Man a Million Favors"
Ain't this like the hundredth time Duki's had
shackled down
Where they make knifes
The court room just like the slaughter house
They take lives
I really wish a hater would
I probably prayed twice
Ever
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
*Mr. Shadow talking*
Aha ha ha Yea!! Wassup?!
It's Mr. Shadow back up in here!
For the '99!
Beyond Entertainment style
Vicious Man Funk style
Bold
mi
Strikeforce out like a match when hurricane coming ,
Ratty see an run fi cover quick an start do maze running
Di law man up in the hill seh Betta
happy to pay rent - are you sure your wife won't mind?
No, she'll be fine, it'll be good to have another man around the house
The room's just going
Too crowded for the cowards
Too far with the hours
For this world not to be ours
All bark no bite you could be the loudest
See they starting to fight
now
Please hold
Three years alone in crowded rooms
No carpets on the floor
A man in white on guard
Just outside the big steel door
Please hold,
we wanted too though
We couldn't afford it
Your heroes have killed themselves yes
On purpose or by accident
Now the only ones that we have left
Are no
we wanted too though
We couldn't afford it
Your heroes have killed themselves yes
On purpose or by accident
Now the only ones that we have left
Are no
vast empire.
My hard earned money,
which I had saved all these years,
Had been totally robbed by a person.
Only you can do justice for me, your majesty!
I'm tryna do me
Touch the two-seater, you never seen one (skrr)
Just bought a new house, new whip and a machine gun (grrrrrttt)
Never live life
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
Greasing my status Wolly Smith want to change gears
One-to one-to three-four man slappin' five
People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live
I
On my worst behaviour
Wild boy like Steve-O man
Taking back what's mine like the repo man
Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'
Am I dying to live
I rock genue death so dam sensless
Big houses what the fucking radio been missing
And there's one more nigga that be true to my heart
Mr. Motion you
showing my the stars
Windows rolled down, freestyling in my car
Consistently at house parties rhyming every bar
Rocking Masters of the Universe by Binary
live in a nice house in the getto
Call it the anorthositic gabbro
My home is unknown until its shown
By the ones who come to get mission done
Look
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
them off, no Mr.Clean
Man, I wish that my friends could see the things I'm gonna
Used to be a loner, now I'm known by girls as well as mothers
Do it for
Zdrasti Mr. President
How you been, how’s the wife
It’s been a minute since we talked
And I got some things on my mind
I’m Starting simple
Not too
give a damn take it to the parking lot now it five o’clock pick a thot to take her to the spot or Waffle House stop by the store cigar load now we
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