Lyrics:
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the a room right now
Ten four
I got cha
(She comin')
She's on her way to the back
12: 15 down to 21
You've really gotta go and check it out
Paul said if Christ ain't resurrected we've wasted our lives
Well that implies that our life's
I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way of livin' slow not
to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?
Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's
So I chill,
a little time together?
We could start by talking ‘bout
The weather and whether
We’ve got the same rhymes
Do you even live nearby?
I do not know
Oh, but I’d
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
our youth is gettin' murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin' to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin' me?
The streets
authority
yeah
In You, I know
I live and have my being
You said, in Your word
If I confess my sin
Confess my sin
You
Yeah
Would throw them
Into the sea
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
Intro:
Yeah, Aye little rich man standin' in my way
What I gotta do today to fuckin' get this cake?
Hook:
Aye little rich man standin' in my way
at you"
"Rhymes ricochet off the inner walls of my lungs
And go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
"Whenever the head is severed
to the microphone stand
Predator style, now let's dance
No advance or a grant if you lack fans
Suckin' pennies from the slot machine
Gotta be a better way to get by
limbs, and mass break
Your poor, bleak carcass is washed upon the shore of the beach, murdered by the waves
It's all about breaking rules, taking no
ordained we call him brother minister
Wont start nothing but dont think he wont finish ya
Injury ya leave you identified by your dentals
But still speak
remember), oh, when we used to hang
On the porch, drinkin' brew, but now they drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to play
Shoot 'em
a dreamer
Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles
1-8-7 No appeal, get it how you live
Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge
First round draft
I swap the a with the with the o
Either way it go me and my n***** on go
I live a life of crime
These n***** be capping in rhymes
I can't fuck with
minimized
Like the way you feel is illegitimized
And All of this still in my
Mind of a Gemini
H-How can I i-dentify
By Keeping a Losing attitude
While
I take time out the day to recognize my wrongs
Then I make peace with it, and I write some songs
I like to rhyme 'cause the rhymes help me free my
The truth is all that matters in this world
We know what happens behind the scenes
I live the life style god wants me to live
God will show you
stories help me find my way
Marauding through the midnight phony rappers need to get a hold
Because at that my mind is checking rhymes what did I get for
and the weaves'll drop!
Rhyme-diesel heffer in it, don't stop, the glock cocked
Ready to penetrate with every one of my sixteen shots!
Don't be deceived by
Okay we gon' set the coordinates
For Q-Unique to travel through rhyme time travel
Ah, we're going to send him, 1979, 1988, and 1999
Nineteen,
Yeah
Dawgo sound
I see you from the way
I rock wit how you move
Let's link
It's how we live
Where should I begin wit' this
I guess how we was
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