Lyrics:
I keep on fighting til the end
I keep on fighting til the end
I'll keep on fighting til the mother fucking end
With my life I'll live for him
Yeah
to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
don't like go get the dick I'll give you a taste!
Aiyyo you need to just focus on my earth tremblin' rhymes
That got me fillin' in by the million
Fucka
Yeah
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher's
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We
to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O.
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the spot and put
come TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
and pad, I'm back
to make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been framed
By
of town
Just to ride by, see me hustlin' (muah, uh-uhh)
My lil' cuz say she see me juggin'
Either that, then she see me strugglin'
In the hood, you only
of war
Slow down, weary soldier, You won't find it if you try
Is it true that as you're drifting, Your life is flashing by
Slow down, weary soldier, Do you
[Music by: P. Wagner]
[Lyrics by: P. Wagner]
[a. The devil's triangle]
Tell the press that we can't say more,
There's nothing that we know 'bout
Been most everywhere by now
Cities grand and small
Some are near and dear to me
Some i can’t recall london is a fun town
Paris has its charms
But
supposed to be.
Don't you see the life that you are missing?
And he says
When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my
Yeah, N.Y.M.P. the realest, uh
This is educated thug music, niggas
Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks'll have you, tryin'
whore
Talkin' to this bitch life, had to make her my wife
Live twice, got seven more lives to live
I'm all out, takin' things to the fullest extent
my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
D.E.E.P. you want to go
Yeah
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher's
to the streets
Maybe once in my life
I will have peace
Now that I sent yo ass back to the streets
You always hiding yo phone
But when I do see it ring
It say
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