Lyrics:
known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job, so I mob
Not
running we don't stop
No Limits
In my town my squad run it like a mob
No Limits
God we gone give it all we fuckin got
No Limits
Till we flying G6, boarding
to your heart
Awh shit here we go again
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
When you met her
She was right so thick
Something better then a wife, no glitch
She
This is everything
The Glitch Mob, Mako, The Word Alive
It's Bobby by the way
Let's get it
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
Swing by come taste this (Come taste this)
I'm sure it's gon' revive your taste provide some space
To grind stop hating (To grind stop hating)
participate
D-E-L the funky human being
That is human being to the
Ones who need awakening
I can flex funk on the
Floor and make 'em furious
It might be
over hustlin rock
Guess money rule the world
Materials and girls, fly
Did ya never seen?
Never, even dreamless, these things
That make the world we live
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
fucking with me
I'm really who they claim to be
Doing me makes enemies
I can hear em talking from behind the scenes
Put me at one hundred find out what that
taking over
We dreaming of make more money cause nigga this life keep getting shorter
So suit up and be prepared for this thug world order
We ready for tha
holdin' the mic tight, recite livin' insight
So we can all benefit from the artform
Man it took the culture to make dough
But forgot the main goal,
chill
And now you know that I'm with it, boy, you can come and get it
Cause you know we on the front lines, yeah, the fams forever ill
We fuck these
beat up, BY THE COPS
But that can't stop, the kids are so HIP-HOP
Roof to roof top - dropped; the eight count
DEAD! Dead on arrival, forget the fame
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
the world make you jaded
Stop waitin go take it
Dont let the world make you jaded
You can't win a match lying on your
Back and you'll never make a catch
liike heeeell
You, juuust keeeep on giiiivin'!
Doooooooon't stop moviiin' aaaand
It's all worth it in the eeeend; you just keep the faith!
You can
Fuck the whole world it’s us against them
You got the heat? Pull it out
And cock the hammer if you with it
Don’t make no difference here
With
proved that he can make it
So don't never stop
Brothers stand together and let the whole world see
Our brother Jesse Jackson go down in history
proved that he can make it
So don't never stop
Brothers stand together and let the whole world see
Our brother Jesse Jackson go down in history
working I nigga i know
I make sure my family good
And I ensure my crew survival
We living by different rules nigga
Up then watch your moves nigga
Cause I
Stars may drop but the world don't stop
Thinking you're on top and famous
But your legacy in hip-hop is nameless
Tongues get chopped but the words don't
white man's world, they can't stop us
We've been here all this time they ain't took us out
They can never take us out
No matter what they say, about us
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