Lyrics:
schallt vom Asphalt hoch ins Paradies
Ich glaub' an nix bei all den Zaubertricks der Star-Maschinerie
Ich will keinen deutschen Hitler-Rap, ne, ich will
That's how you stay true around these snakes
that freakin' smile when they hate you
I'm quick to take the ride down for in-town
(Just another day living
I'ma see bens breathe bens fuck it what I skeet in take a guess even
Take a sec
Take a hit
Take your time enjoy that shit
Put the doob inside your lips
Chorus
(C-Murder)
I'm waking up in cold sweats
I just realized
It wasn't a dream
I shot that fool in the drive by
another
It's time to take you to the other side
The side you gotta watch your A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit
I'm not a star, well
and E-Z-IR-E
We see the F-U T-U-R-E
Should be a positive thing
Body & Soul and you, we're in the same gang
One and the same
Everyone came in the same chains
I'll take you first to heaven
Stab you until it's 7 make sure e reach if you never die at 7
I Take it up to eleven
The fucking King I ain’t no fucking
That's the price you gotta pay
Take away by signs of whips
I'mma just plain old me at the end of the day
You can say what you choose
God gonna see me
all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all niggas could get it
Act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch
and most kings I been doin it
Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit
Supreme force, ever since Main Source, my nigga
Shoulda had yo ass drunk like
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
ben menachum, yo
Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
could frustrate no way I want to take over and so get on my knees and pray
Let the game tight thrive in the ghetto I live my life ooh hell been you
and still remain loyal
On the hip-hop throne amongst kings, I've been doin' it
Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit
Supreme force, ever since Main
devils often put 'em in coffins
Baby J-A-G-U-A-R
Conceived from the stars with super sharp vision
The funding for autistic kids
Is determined by a zip
all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all niggas could get it
Act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch
calm when
I'm about to split your arm in
Put a hole so big in your noggin
That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in
You starvin'
be the warrior Sargent
Gang Starr, rippin' clubs and bars
Super-star studded, buyin' rings that's flooded
On the low, countin' dough in this rap
Yes, you see ourselves in the shine of it
And so passing under the dome of the great sky
Beware, we are the stars, Holmes, that you ruled by
Where
break necks every time I drive by
Skrtttt
I pull up (I pull up) (I pull up)
In some shit that you only seen in the movies (Ay)
A baddie beside me
Ooh she
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
we kill 'em all
It would take a pyscho to do what SykoTeq did
Zimbiyana told me we only talk money here
And I'm just trynna run a mile in Mile's shoes
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
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