Lyrics:
I got too much to live for
Life is more than just tryna be the best around
If it's bout money then it's something we can talk about
Put some respect
offspring
To dwell in a barren valley by Your sacred house
In order, O our Lord, that they may perform prayer
So fill some hearts among men with love towards
to how the other half lives. We give one man the power and the power is all his.
This is crazy. I'm feeling lazy. I'm off work but my boss still pays me.
get locked up for no reason
Somebody spreads good word, and then they treat it like treason
Women are lying of rape, and ruining men's lives
How can we
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
the glory
Bullets, begin to strip
A man of reason
He's a man of sin
The men of treason are the ones who live
They'll take whatcha got, whatcha got to give
There must be more good women than men percentage wise
So her chance of having a husband just minimize
That's why a lot of girls claim they ain't
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
Your bpm has risen from AM
Men and women running on their way to underground the den
Heavy sick meaning you'll get hit by the high and kick
Where
And we have to work twice as hard for a nice pat on the back
And as we climb the ladder, aspiring for the top
More often than not we’re stymied by
chei oga lei actions speak more than words
take the bull by the horns get up and go to work
see the change don’t say it feel the change don’t read it
infection
Was spreading like a disease
Hiding underground
Knowing we'd be found
Fearing for our lives
Reaped by robot's scythes
Metal gods
Metal
infection
Was spreading like a disease
Hiding underground
Knowing we'd be found
Fearing for our lives
Reaped by robot's scythes
Metal gods
Metal
David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family
Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home for tea
Steak and kidney, then with
On the way to dedicate a battlefield
Where men from the north and south
Had died at Gettysburg Pennsylvania
Four score and seven years ago our
Forefathers
mighty dollar, nigga cash is king
Blood price, we pay by the liter
We pay wit our visa, we pay wit our leaders
We take witta Nina ungh mask on look like
Crown
For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for any thing they
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
see ME in you
Consistency is key
And a heart continually yielded to ME
Men shall not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds out
born to live
Live to work
Work to earn
Earn to spend
Spend to die
Unbowed, unload
He is the ungod
Nothing can unfold his armor of gold
The charging bull
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
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