Lyrics:
The harsh realities of life is takin' toll
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole
Take control, I'm
and your crew
Couple of innocent motherfuckers goin' too
Talkin' kids and baby mama
Wanted drama here it is
Take a dance
With the devil
In the pale moon
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn born
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
Is So Strong And I Still Exist
Life Is Not Being Easy On Me
But Thanks To All My Fans
I Will Always Be
[Jason & Main Choir] Playing In Their
what is your hypotheses?
I don't care, I say that modestly
If I had a metaphor for what I have in store
For four years of all this quality
I would climb
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
you're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
Well the kid walked up
have died in life
Modified by Christ embody I the light
My resurrection's prophecy
But I'm upstaged by theology mythology
Follow me my thoughts
this life
(If you feelin like a pimp nigga
Go and brush your shoulders off)
(Ladies is pimps too
Go and brush your shoulders off)
Trying to make ends
N****z lootin', we ain't coppin a thing
And if I'm locked in the bing, a n**** not gonna sing
I got a lot of things on my mind, dollar signs, life
Niggaz lootin', we ain't coppin a thing
And if I'm locked in the bing, a nigga not gonna sing
I got a lot of things on my mind, dollar signs, life
to sleep
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design
My my ny (New york!)
Whatsup? (New York City)
What's good?
What's new?
What's real?
by the song he make
Some of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lake
And on the other hand, some of them screaming "Keep it real"
Their
controlled by the DJ on the mic
I love hip-hop and every joint he playing is tight
A day in the life is a brick in the foundation of like
A maze in Egypt
to give
Long as we're hand in hand your my man I'm your girl
Ready to conquer the world
[Chorus]
Our love is mystical like galaxies you can't touch
Thank you Brooklyn, thank you world
Yeah, yeah there it is
Turn my voice up in the top a little bit
It feel good to be back
What's up ochenta?
She sat back and blew six in that boy face
I want you, my dear
No, I won't leave you lonely
You hold your head up high
I won't let go 'cause I
lack, melanin's my evidence
In order to effective, with your words you must be selective
'Cause showin' and provin' is the Prime Directive
Movin'
me to be half assed in the motions
Toasts should happen every morning
I’ma cheers to the moments
Every year that goes by is more golden
Hold it
Water
(keeping it real)
Yeah! (keeping it real)
Westside!
Is brooklyn in the house? (check it out)
What about queens in the house?!? (inglewood!)
Manhattan
Just your ass, your hips, your lips, my dick tip, my black balls
Dribblin' and dippin' em in your jaw
Scribblin' word rhymes, the crowd givin' applause
my hands
That I’ll be in a moment like player with chance
Now and forever
Forget about what is not matter
We deserve the whole universe in our hands
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