Lyrics:
at the house, his mom seeks magic
Through the pipe smoke travelin' through her lungs out and back down
Worst part that breaks the young man's heart
is he's
designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some
still a nice place to live
Still paradise if we believe
Show everyone unselfish love
The kind we get from the man above
And just like that
It’s still
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
biss
Mama ran off with a travelin' man
when we were about half grown
& when the sun went down
Daddy'd go downtown & us kids
would tag along
Chorus:
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
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
heavy
And have me and crone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom
the Joker, ask why so serious
Fourty by my side, what's they intensions
Won't let no disrespect slide while chasin' millions
22 but a thousand lives I done
bob the whole night long
Fo inside this wa hustle man d takam na by force
And i no first get me pity man d live now na outlaw
If I b tokam then I meanam
you mothafuckers want Shady)
The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)
To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never
always in the shit
Say I'm always travelin', man that bitch a hypocrite
And I brought my rich white bitch right on Essex
Told her drop the top, baby I
Life not knowin' laughin', learnin', grownin'
The wind keep blowin', street sweepin' and sowin'
Rollin' with my stolen moments, am I
Live and die,
I told baby girl I'd be strapped, that made her worry more
Street niggas live by dirty laws, I got my stripes, how you earnin' yours?
Can't let
THE RICH MAN WOULD LIVE
AND ME SAY THE POOR MAN WOULD DIE
IF FREEDOM WAS THING
THAT THEY WOULD KEEP UPON EARTH
HAPPINESS WOULD BE ABUNDANT
UNITY WOULD
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
the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Hey yo, check it out man
ICP's back in the haugh man
Violent J, man
2 Dope, man
Wicked clown, man
Fuck yeah, man
Hey, quick,
the man you should run 'em by
In the fire, been tried
Affected the way I been wired inside
You can hide or glide
I could've been deported
That's
the ride
And live the life I need
I'm gonna get by, been waitin' a long time
Maybe I'll do some travelin'
I'm tryin' to sleep right, I'm tryin' to be
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
I'll never sacrifice my children for a ministry
All the success would mean nothin' with that misery
Being there, but not really, man, that's worse
man we can't even flame
Long live Tre Bob we going live in your name
Smoking this gas had to give ima give it a flame
I seen my man dead, that shit
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