Lyrics:
got no lives
All envy and lies the truth is in my reprise
They just scared cuz Cri Text and Evil Money on the rise
Did you have anything to do with that
Album art photography by richrad walsh @ streetshotsphotography.com
‘Mixed and mastered by Ryan Williamson - Off with their Records’
Dreams sent me records to sample
He said you've got the juice my nigga live by example
You walking on top of rappers like slippers and sandals
Music is
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.c. What?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
The remix
TRIGGER WARNING - I dont even perform this live <3
Looking back to those "good old days"
With loads of drugs and those "sort of" mates
Forever
I'm bout my business I stand on it
Way I march wit this drum think a band on me
I'm feelin' like Nelly it's hot in this club I'm a hotboy for life
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
like to sell p*ssy post nudes up on finsta
When she ain't in college she stripping at Follies
Spelman by day and at night she get naughty
Gone need 500
These days mind my Biz
Getting it how I live
Came from the abyss
Fam know me as Cris
I don't need new friends
I just need more ends
Do this for my
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim it to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
Hammies
The snow is slowly melting
I'm beginning to see the green
It's been there all along
A new day for you
A new way for me
I'm wide awake… it's now
you by
Cause the truth is theres a system with out money
It's bigger than what I get for what you need
WE have what we need we have the technology
Do
the families cause people
Is dyin' for these things
I mean in the diamond rivers
They'll mine all day
And might only get paid two
Cups of rice a day
Is this
(amen)I live by it, I die by it, I live by it, I die by it
(Cris Cain)
Big Shotty,Big 9, cK, 45,
Spin the block 1 time, 2 time, 3 Time, 4 times
Oh My GOD
caught Pinocchio by his nose,
but he wriggled away and ran back home.
There was no one at home because Geppetto was still out looking for him.
Suddenly
have started
The connection of art thats in my heart but
Dogs wont come
And mine wont stay
I dread the day that you'll go away
Stop and stop for all
from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” May you go into the rest of your days knowing you are completely supported by
much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said, "we can have more fun," I said, "how can we?"
Then she brought
much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said, "we can have more fun," I said, "how can we?"
Then she brought
Well I came to know poor Lucy
As we fought these hottest days with lemonade
Gotta mind that one don't shoot you
For a chance at their own sit-down in
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