Lyrics:
while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have
state of mind to make the traffic move
I'm in no hurry, I'm just passing thru cuz
This world is not my home
This world is not my home
This world is not
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Yo
the world shut up
I was born with it
All vivid, walk with it
More cynics more critics
More lyricists are finished by the minute
Let me pick an eclipse from
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
gettin' shot by the bullets of my enemies
Rest in peace, to all my fallen homies
Young souljas turned victim at the full moon
I still shiver when I glance
the less it`s hard to rest ? I`m a nervous wreck
I walk with the stress
I use to walk around with a vest
But now a days I be like "fuck it dog
You fuck
on Texas, Gayla by the pet shop
Kevin and Scotty, damn, they used the wreck shop
The ills with the pills and the summer seemed so red hot
Driving in
[Slim Thug]
Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again
I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African
Guess who's back again,
some big brothers really loved you like a Son
We know 12 scared to see a young King with a Gun
Just like J J,
Rest up Lil bro
You know these hoes bad
shit wasn't even cool to me
I dreamt of condos and video vixens
Until I learned most the girls in videos is pigeons
I just wanted the world to see I
showed I got it by myself, they ain't doubt it yet
Big sweep this big kick, feel like Lou Khang
They ain't see me come up out that shadow, feel like Bruce
I wan me
Bitch Im a whole vibe you cant me
I vibe the whole world you know what I mean
Good luck bro it was said by ma nigg
No cap we love all your
my big nose
You'll never see me in Thyland
But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island
Bellisle be Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle
[B.I.G.]
1970 Somethin' nigga i don't sweat the date my moms was late,
so i had to plan my escape, out the skins,
in this world the fly girls,
baby's red shot, he took no steps
Name don't even hold weight, he got no rest
Back doink for some crumbs, I'm a cold wreck
Finger fucking on his cake,
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
(zoom)
Mission: "Get this money, fuck some bitches", rest is history (I don't know)
Ay, VVS diamond - they big rocks (big rocks)
Gucci coat with the Louis
off the ground
With both fuckin hands
Up on my feet
Put in the work
Now it's my turn to dance
Formerly a wreck
Pushed down
Looked at like a speck
Seen
mess with me
I know my man Les you remember music factory
With rhymin big Sam rest in peace you see
I rock the mic and you will know
That I rock the mic
See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code
the world
But like the song says 'I will survive'
And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck
But at least I feel that I'm alive
So I'll spit in your face
Break neck fat race world does it taste just like it should?
You only own what's etched in stone better get it while it's good
Don't weep big city
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