Lyrics:
the end of the road for us it's too, late
Let the credit's start to roll
I'm almost twenty-three
And I'm barely hanging on
I can't keep crashing couches
"Credit"
As performed by
Tower of Power
{ Bass guitar intro }
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Do
[Will Smith]
Whoo!
What? What?
Can you feel me baby?
I can feel you
No doubt, known to make it happen
[Will Smith]
I see you wanna dance huh
With
[Will Smith]
Uh, uh, uh
What?
Whoo! Ha-ha
Yeah mic check
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
Alright now let's go yo
[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come
Before God tells me to step in home
I want this to be set in stone
Before the last ending Credits Roll
Before God tells me to step in home
I want
Sayin', "the end is comin', friends
Repent while there's still time"
I will admit that no one really seemed to hear
They would laugh and point their fingers
first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride, babe
11 a.m.
By now you would
first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride, babe
11 a.m.
By now you would
Katharina Von Schlegel, Jean Sibelius
(Tr. By Jane L. Borthwick) / Joseph Scriven,
Charles C. Converse
Arrangement By Nicol Smith, Allan Hall
Be
all means necessary, it's time to end the hypocrisy
What I call violence, I can't do, but your kind of violence is stopping me
By all means necessary,
no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas
Well now, all the cars placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back
Will Smith doesn't have to
Cuss to sell raps
But when Jada
Gives him the look
You know he slaps
Oscars need the views
They given him daps
Hollywood
Letters read: Nas, they could never bury me
But through me, my nigga, you free
Truly reppin' QB, my life is like a movie
The credit's at the end
always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride
11AM, by now you would think
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But
Everyone in Nacadoches knew Tom Ame's would come to some bad end
Well the sheriff had caught him stealin' chickens and such
By the time that he
Chains of despair
Cloaked in pain
Playing with fire
Close to the flame
Trying to survive
Hoping for rain
Wondering if it will end in shame
Playing
been tryna get at me, ever since you been down
Even my girls are tellin me, I should end it all now
Baby don't worry about it
I'mma be
All I can think
on
To the end of this year
It'll end with the credits
And a copyright sign
It'll end with a ticket
That leads to a fine
It'll end with a trial
An arrest by
end of the movie
Music begins and the credit's go by
on the other end
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing
Fuck dem chicken wings
Last able man standing
Follow what? I ain't understanding
We're world industry's thought lords
The entertainment wing
We keep you all in line
By fixing your free will
Surround you with pop fantasies
end up like sheep
[Chorus]
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Kill! Kill 'em live!
Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin' caps
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
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