Lyrics:
through the clouds
Glows the moon
12 years of age
Gone too soon
And the stars sing your song
Maybe this world is too ugly
You never belonged
Even at your
and straight
Edges and reaching so hard for
Some soul nicki destroyed them
This is what she does she takes a pretty good
Song, wait's until you are
Popping
told y'all niggas
All you need is 3 mics
Hit a nigga like me, DJ Ray G
Quavo, tell 'em
3 mics, 3 mics and a DJ (Huh)
3 mics and a DJ (Huh)
3 mics, 3 mics
my niggas
If I should die
I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs
Run into Pac ask him where we went wrong
Tell him life is miserable when
my niggas
If I should die
I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs
Run into Pac ask him where we went wrong
Tell him life is miserable when
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
Bust this K ray J no cam
cnd you on the phone screaming !
What?
Ha couldn't be me
What's a hoe to money you see ?
I did seen one of my Xs do me dirty
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
hardened me
And this time, even my heel is protected
This song is my armour and my weapons
And with them
I’ll win over time itself
I will Immortalize our
the thrill up to the west hills
Dumped the bodies by the old mill off of a drug deal
I keep it real all I tell is the truth
Ray Lewis hiding white suites you
brought my chick back
A Khloe and the Fendi
And used twenty grand worth of
Benji for the gift wrap
Me against this bitch is a mismatch
Cause every line I
counterfeit
You can hear the truth in this song
By the sound and shit
Man I'm high as shit
Niggas fly as shit
And my bitch she keep on calling
I decline
gone tap, El-P beats to make that snap
And I ride them with my raps, and they all tight as my naps
And my naps is all I got, and this beautiful ebony
(Song is played underneath Ray's dialogue)
Ray writes a letter
RAY: Dear Rosalind, thanks for the new tape. You did my song very well. But, be
Ray and I’m Rick we’re so Slick.
I’ll Ride or Die for mine & that’s Real Shit.
This song is about you. Make no mistake.
First woman I imagined on my
that are sensitive
I want my life to be what I think it is, not an incident
My heart is in to this same place where the spirit is
Underrated is
feel better
I don't want you to feel no pressure
I know the sun rays
The sun rays will make you feel better
As long as we're side by side
And these
think this song is about you
That's my girl
Is about you (go on)
Is about you (go on)
You probably think this song is about you
(You son of a gun)
think this song is about you
That's my girl
Is about you (go on)
Is about you (go on)
You probably think this song is about you
(You son of a gun)
seen
And no one knows me as good as you
You're like a warm sun ray
A dream song of the quiet moon
And I believe in fate
And I love this fate of mine
If
we go
[Verse 3: Nick Ray]
Come and spend a little time out by the fire
Maybe I can play you another song to get you higher
But you’ll never know
grateful)
That the sun shined today
Let the sun shine it's rays
I'm grateful for my bro
I'm grateful for my pops
I'm grateful for this smoke
I'm grateful for
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
my people go)
Let them keep shooting up each other (but this is, this is how it goes)
Let them keep shooting up each other (but this is how it goes
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