Lyrics:
to the South
We in, get the bread, then we out, no doubt
Harlas and preachers, these boys dirty
They'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora
you knew by now
You can't do that to the young folks
Oh, no no no no
You might not like it but I've got to tell you
Gotta tell you
You'd better
life is pumpin' fast, lives is
I watched Crash and realize that we all survivors
No religion or race could ever describe us
My guys do dirt, move dirt,
after he got the
bill presented to him, through the accident that he'd had, his car....the damage bill was six hundred and sixty
six quid, sixty six p! No
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
I'd been standing on a corner
Since a quarter after seven
I was down to my last cigarette
And the clock in the window
At a quarter to eleven
I
now
Remember the night in Montana when
We said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're enjoyin' the scenery
I know that it's pretty up there
I'd be out runnin' most every night
We'd always wind up in one hell of a fight
The end is comin' there ain't no doubt
But there's just that one
our caps to catch in the pouring rain
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Feel the loneliness and the doubt I have to shout for
Chorus
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Hey no more excuses I made
know I'll probably die before I live all my
Up to no good livin' now
Yeah, I'd hate to die before I live all my
Up to no good livin' down
I'd been standing on a corner
Since a quarter after seven
I was down to my last cigarette
And the clock in the window
At a quarter to eleven
I
wit dem toyz
You come up fakin and frontin
You get your wig split nigga
Live by the knife
Whodi die by the trigga
We be runnin dem blocks
Duckin
and four wheel drives
There's cowboys and hillbillies
From farm towns to big cities
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide
It
things we would do
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
You are here and warm
But I could look away and you'd be gone
'Cause we live in a time
When meaning falls in splinters from our lives
And that's
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
back
1981 before the crack attack
I used to let the Old English 800 suds bubble
In the last car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle
Brooklyn, no doubt
and lives
And if there ever was a doubt
Not to believe that some things are meant to be
'Cause no matter how far or where you are
I feel you here
you ashamed of bein black?"
(Nothin' but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein' a woman, a black woman at that? (no
a fearful sight)
The cannonball and No.9 were racing through the night
Just as they passed me by, I heard the engineer cry
Giver her coal, give her coal,
cry?
Dat make me eye drip
Beres him no stop cry
How could I ever doubt
That you were my friend?
(I didn't know you were my friend)
I'm falling
As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song
And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along
There is no doubt about
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