Lyrics:
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock
believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Look out
Ooh
woo hoo
Woo hoo
a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (bet a stack)
Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)
[Ludacris]
Let it rush through your veins, cause
Yo another day
Another forty nine cents
Mr., Mr., why you always tryin' to take all our money
Because I am the government
And you have to pay
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
Mr. rap Angel playing all these angles
Yo I got a halo
It's bigger than Jango Fett
Bitch you better bet
Chillin in Florida it's the land of the wet
might be one minute too late
Sugar, don't you be afraid, no, no
Just take me by the hand and I'll show you the way
Ooh
(It's for you and for me)
big money,
Big Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Big Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Big Dreams, dreams
Yo Jay what it do nigga?
I done rocked enough fellas to be
and Warren G
[Mr. Malik]
We make yo heart beat like the beat of a heart
With these rhymes I release busta be plays his part
Get it start, get it set, I
next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out,
out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Kurupt]
Come on let's get high (high..)
let's
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by Elvis
Let's bet it on all red
And let's do it all over again
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo driveway
Mrs. Parker
he talked, you'd smell his breath
And how lousy it was
And if you daydreamed, he'd give you pinch
Now let me tell you about Mr. Grinch
Every
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
it's sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little fucks
Gimme ya fucking money!
she was on a nigga airtight
It won't no what's up it won't no hug I shook my head twice
You thinking we bros you broke the code I found yo hoe and bent
runnin' up, we were payin' the plug
Mm, mm (ayy, you know I don't be rappin', I just be talkin')
Mm, mm (tell a nigga what it really is)
Glo was
caught without it
It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke
DJ keep it cool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat
When I'm in yo' town man', you
Worthless beats and verses surfaced west
Coast with a big
Scope kill all Y'all It's Top Dawg, TDE, cPT
Quick to tell a bitch jump on my dick ASAP
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