Lyrics:
live it up
All that hate in your blood gotta give it up
More wins over lies gotta switch it up
On the way up bring the bitches up
Motivated by the money
robbery heists whenever I may so I’m bout the movement cowered is worthless my purpose bless the game with foul verses swerve a Maserati all over the earths
*YOGI B* (Intro)
We live in Malaysia . A land which I would say is Paradise . I tell myself
Everyday I'm gifted to be born here because all around
done sinked ink
He gotta pass with a pink slip
He ain’t good over here
I’m cooling wherever I go
See let’s just make it clear
I never do go. Ice on my
though)
T.V. lit, inauguration on, semi screeching cross the wooden floor. Got
My mind flicking with the television, good kush be my only witness. We
happens
Both mine an I hand craft it, world war wait
Zen sword switchblade
Addy got flame an attraction put a piss stain on it mate
What we are doing is
mates over small things
All goods when it's settled with a few drinks
Got my first ink by a fella with no fingers
It's trash but the memory still lingers
mates over small things
All goods when it's settled with a few drinks
Got my first ink by a fella with no fingers
It's trash but the memory still lingers
didn't know what I was livin' was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart,
see
The way you make me feel god damn when I hold ya
I swear you look so good go me look over shoulder
And when you talking tuff I be like what's
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
I'm good guy with a dirty mind
I wont deny it worth a try
to fuck getting high.
She is always around with
a different guy by her side
Her eyes never
it's all on your face
You ain't never been proactive
This is pro-black hood, wrapped in Backwoods
Yeah we stack good and still show black love
Like
about calling you all the time
but I just can't seem to dial
excuse me while I waste my mind trying to picture your smile
Life is love and war
but it
go crazy
Racism is an act of war sexism is an act of war
It's a war against our human dignity and our rights to self respect
We want to be able
Who I am; who I could be
The split of bad and good
Is the line that runs between
My God sings out a love song
To this heart so drawn to hell
He calls
bars so why do you Act like using
Your words is a crime to express Yourself
Jeopardizing your future over Temporary situations
That you like to Call love
Luck has been on your side, boy
And life is what you made it
As you've done what you can do
People say, people say that your the only one
Time
that call shots in this world is green
And at eighteen they want you to sign up for war
That's why most rather bang and hang around at the store
So
And you know
That's not right
But don't cry
Know the tears will do no good
So dry your eyes
They told you life is hard
It's misery from the start
rich, wars and conflicts hit
Politics get rich off the bloods and the crips
Slaves shoot slaves, modern day Egypt
Brooklyn convicts is conned to be vics
(Word up, check this one)
Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses rich, wars
[ad-libs: Ashanti]
In the beginning...
When no one else was around...
You were there...
And now.. that everything is good...
You gotta know...
I'll
So you want to use the internet? Be nice
You've gotta be kind, to people online
A good friend is what you might find
You've gotta be kind, to people
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