Lyrics:
of a man, purely
It's a sight to be seen
God-fearing and dipping with a minivan
"Thumbs up" while they're painting my portrait
Like a Bob Ross to "Beat
japan n maryland
They try to shoot me down but I never ever land
And no man could never ever walk in my pants
Or live what id lived or be what I am
Damn
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
this East nigga (yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the fuck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot,
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back
I pour
Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Man In the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
always gonna live to be your man
I've had it easy now you see
When I'm down you're always there
Standing by to comfort me
Someday we'll go round
thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by
Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI
Why try if ya body lie
By the block
There was Everything but the Girl
Bob Geldof has no ego
That man should get the Nobel Prize
By the time he sang the solo on Feed the World
I thought he
It's that head bob
Up and down
You gon go around
Throwin money
Acting funny
Baby simmer down
An I ain't wasting no more time
On a you silly clowns
at, where my weed at, I need that, inhale that, I breathe
That, by any means that, I been on this road travelin', dodgin' life's punches, oh yes
I'm
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
with the DPG'z
[Daz]
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC's
We live (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z
[Snoop]
DPGC, ba-by
ABC
left behind the second set
Of textbooks titled
How to live you life
Without a nickel or a dime
Alone and free for the first time
I guess he'll have
a wise man's scorn
cnd I don't do nothin' that I would regret in the morn
Planet heavy, feel the weight hangin' on my mind, struggle to be kind
Gravity
Man will bring it to a brudda like what?!, huh?!
Please dead that, dead talk on your dead apps
Or I'll send my dawg to go fetch that
Ride out in jet
the side of that atlas
That practiced throw weaves on baskets
Carved masks on cedar plaques
We live by the law of the land
Don't take what you can't
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
You've been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights
Ifs the slowest corner known to man
Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights
Wack niggas bout to get aired out
Fagot niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a niggas
sticky for real
Take down the trap, I done did it for real
Crossed by my partners, that's envy for real
Got a feal Kodak I'm diein to live
Tellin' myself
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back
I pour
Take it nice and easy
Take it nice and easy
Can't be bothered by the noise
I'm turnin' off the screen
Take some time, enjoy the ride
And live
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