Lyrics:
It's the consequence for writing in
Booths inviting the truth
I define my life inside of
My borough blinded by proof
That I was meant to do what the
Fuck
haters
Just live your life
(Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
No tellin' where it'll take ya
Just live your life
(Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
'Cause I'm a paper chaser
on the mic when I saw him live
Well i tried but I was too damn star struck
I bump the five foot assassin on my way to Manhattan
Memorizing Biggie lyrics
Do you like to see my face in photographs the way I do yours?
And are you waiting by the phone to see if you’ve got more?
Seven days must be too long
stinks, and I’m Febreze
I’m Evahflowin’, so I rhyme for Breeze
Then, willing, I rhyme for cheese
Manhattan, murdering
Lay you down with ease manhattan
Clam
Like some trash, I'm always goin' fast
Live a fast life that you could get behind
In the fast lane, I ain't runnin' out of time
Goin' full speed, they
goin' fast
Live a fast life that you could get behind
In the fast lane
I ain't runnin' out of time
Goin' full speed
They just pullin' to the side
you see
the brothers living hood life in every Country
Tribute to Bob from the Brothers of the Hood
Brooklyn, Manhattan, even Hollywood
Jamaica,
themselves[02:01.03]And you think it's pro-life forcing them to be born in this hell[02:04.07]Cuz once they're here I guess they go to shit[02:05.74]More often than not
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
and we livin
The whole world, it knows, your name
Lenox Avenue, Park Ave
Long Island I see you baby
Jamaican Ave, Queens kRS, let's go!
New, York, City,
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Whoa
Whoa, whoa
Rapping like I've been around the world, but I haven't
The farthest East I've ever been was Manhattan
Taking the lead on the game,
down to write, I always look to God to help me see the light
But I know, that I haven't been living right
And I know, that I can live by the night
But
It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk
I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!)
Stop in Sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake
And I
A bunch of people that really might end your life soon
I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you
These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like
have been hurting (and though)
For sometime (for sometime)
By faith (by faith)
You shall live (you shall live)
I see you standing there
With
have been hurting (and though)
For sometime (for sometime)
By faith (by faith)
You shall live (you shall live)
I see you standing there
With
ain't seen a day that went by
Look outside and I cry
Life's so good don't a abuse it
Your heart still beats to the music
Your heart still beats
that he needs
By any means
I work towards the life that’s fit for a King
Or so it seems
Only thing that I’m missing’s a Queen
And then it sinks
I
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done being patient
I'm done being nice
Imma just live my life
Imma just live my life
Imma just live my Life
what about to tell
I live in a frame as the age goes by / As soon as a quake in the surface o’ mine
As coming the night, please awake…
And he’ll come
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