Lyrics:
You know your night's complete
How can you live like that?
How can you live like that?
People have bars on their windows, and three locks
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix
around
You know I'll probably die before I live all my
Up to no good livin' down
Gave up on bringing her flowers
And that just kept making things
the door, leave the cold outside
I don't need nothing when I'm by your side
We got something that'll never die
Our dreams, our pride
My heart beats like
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
There's a certain point the body can't come back from
In one year, we've learned the turn of the mouth
The depth that the chest cavity takes
check it out
I`m in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin`
But now I
could go wrong
So we had our kids we made our lives work out the best we could
Behind that ol' piece of wood in a world we understood
That ol' door
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
thing happens to other kids
How in the world are we gonna live
With a boy like that?
Doctor said,"Dan's the first bad news
Second is his heart won't
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
was where they claim to teach you understanding
To teach you love and keep you off the streets
And all the kids that live here are said to be
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
check it out
Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
I almost break
Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin' baby, fryin' em up fat
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch
Hah, that's
believe they'd stop our happiness
By trying to pull us down with such a mess
Why can't they let us live just like the rest
And keep us out of all of this
away
As we live
Moving side by side
May we learn to give
Learn to sacrifice
Love is like a river
Flowing down from the giver of life
We drink from
rap songs
And by the way, I feel
The cigar won't last long, gotta be strong
Even though my life ain't shit, huh
Hoping and praying to live the tip
Won't
She came down from Cincinnati
It took her three days on the train
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Hoped to see the sun again
But now she lives
One, two, three
Dream killer
Don't be naïve, there's a darkness deep in the stream
Smile and wave as it floats on by
Or dive on in and enjoy
leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and
That magic's not here no more
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