Lyrics:
love
And choices and options
But there was a limit
You know
It was the drum gear
Or a video game system
I couldn't
It wasn't both
We couldn't afford
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
the morgue
Me, I'ma hustle until it's the Forbes
I swore, it was no more than a chore
The house by the water, condo by the shore
I'm sure, I'm all about that
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
and into the din and the glare
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks dog dirty and loaded for bear
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
Once again its on nigga,
man nigga, baby who?
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
silk pajamas, with all the Big Mama's
Yeah and for you jealous ass hoes,
I keep a rose in my clothes
Uh and there it goes
Chorus: Larceny of the Snakes
'Cause the white man's rippin' us off once again
Real hip-hop, my man
Fool, the rap game's hijacked
You need to listen, nigga
The rap game's hijacked
before
there was one room that had water running from the ceiling and when I flushed the toilet all this waste fell down on me
there was a Japanese man
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
pajamas and a knit sweater vest
I had just settled down for 6 hours at best
When out on the street there arose such a sound
I sprang from the bed to see who
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet
something that makes you better comprehend … the meaning of life.
Once there was a time when planet Earth was thought to be flat when people in England
and Rae will
Pop in just to finish you off
And there's so much more to this game
With Special Events taking place every day
With a bunch of new champions
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
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