Lyrics:
Muuuuuuuusic!
The music man (Repeat 4x)
I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band
"Thug Music Plays On"
[Wish]
"bone" [X16]
[Layzie]
"New millenium Bone, Thugs...and Harmony"
[Krayzie]
"It don't stop" [X3]
"The thugs is in
And you can put yer radio on without you hearin' our flows
Ten toasts, to the earth
Match for everyhting its worth, til im dead and in the dirt
I'll be
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
Rather make another joke by my messed up fate
Of how I only write these songs to make me feel so great
My family too busy thinking how to put me down
But
Wasn't for this music, I'll proly be dead
Instead I'm on top and I'm countin' this bread
Sittin' in the mansion, could've been in the feds
Drop
C&C Music Factory. This was the real deal I had at least four of their cassette singles. And I am basically starstruck at this point in all of the idea
the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
I'm always here
Especially when you're feeling low
Let the money dry your tears
Put you in that winter fur coat
I got you gifts by the Christmas
The music started in the hearts and drums, from another land
Played for everyone, by sons, of the motherland
Sendin out a message of peace,
on playing that reality music
Reality, don't stop that reality music
Another suicide attempt with a sharper blade
We live in times full of misery and it's
Take a step back, and put on the love below
Another fresh track, but actually really old
Talkin timeless, fresh as old wine is
Served to your
Muuuuuuuusic!
The music man (Repeat 4x)
I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band
Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is having you and
Music, music music.
I'd do anything for you
Anything you'd want me to
All I
in yo city
Got big ass cap?
I put a hole in your ceiling
I'm on the map
I put a O in them millions
Get a few of them meal
What a wonderful feeling
Like
kilometers
Connect a population of Earth to one another for real
Music, deliver from within and it covers up everything
Music, when the melody and rhythm
skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
the perfect contestant
Pretty face big knockers and your voice is rather foul
You're just another skid mark in the bog of Simon Cowell
'Cause you see music
music
Mmhmm
Drugs
Its that, dope dealer shit
I told him I was gone kill him and I did the shit
In the trap it's only fiends ain't no witnesses
They ain't
sure the family's in place and let the music unwind
I got plans to take charge like major outlets
Ride around the country chillin' in my LA Express
I thank you for puttin' up with me
Physically gone, but your spirit still stuck with me
All the game that you gave me, it's time to apply it
By any
your life to thousands
Just for someone to reply that
They hope you die
And your music should never be allowed in
This shit is my diary
And I put it out
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