Lyrics:
was broken, he kicked his casket open and he
This life goes passing you by
It might go fast if you lie
You're born, you live, then you die
Oh, oh,
What's forgot ain't no easy, no Scott Larock
Now what's rap gotta do with what you got
For whom the bell tolls
Is that the way the story goes
85%
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
for some like you,
From now 'til the end of the time,
That's how long I'll be loving you,
Together we will live in paradise,
A paradise made for
cnd to those who weep death comes cheap, these men with broken hearts.
oh so Humble you should be when they come passing by,
For its written that
Chorus
I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers
That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shoulder
I'm from the projects, we
That ain't motherfucking cool, that's a motherfucking shame
This ain't no motherfucking game
That's why I think you are a motherfucking lame
We both
So you think that you have found
A better life that you should live
And you're through givin' it all away
I wish there's something I could say
Like
going to last
We fought for self-respect, we fought for equal rights
We've known a long, long time that discrimination ain't right
Talking about freedom,
the windy hop.
The dance that goes with this
Is called the keep perfectly still.
Before your brain becomes burnt out,
Like cheap circuitry will.
Margiela rugs
My boys make smores out you marshmallow thugs
Hop up out the first class
Hop into that E-class
Cut raw, cut school, I ain't ever see class
If
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
seem
It's all a plan
Dynamic
Media's playing tricks
The deception's on the rise
Creating suspense
Will they live
Or meet demise?
Don't be A fool
My
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
Black Mayors, Black Senators
Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
Every time I do an interview in Rolling Stone
They sendin' me a writer that look
by a
Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself 'cause I don't want nobody's son on my back
My
the cruel people
Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble
I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream
Well, I want you to hold on to that dream,
wait, Sarah, you're late
Your train left Mascara and eggs smear on your face
Night's over, good bye ho, I thought that I told ya
That spilled nut ain't
(ayy, ayy, ayy)
Diamonds they shine in the dark (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She from LA but she live in New York (what?)
But I ain't worried 'bout that (worried
messed up
She come by me and get messed
Up and then fess up
I'm like that sucks and that's cold (yeah)
Like glaciers, glaciers, glaciers (Glaciers)
Like
Manhattan is an island
Like the women who are
Surrounded by children in a car
Surrounded by cars
Or Manhattan was a project
That projected the worst
tricks
She's made her mind up when she leaves you behind
Hidden in the lean to mute the feeling inside
You know hoes familiar with that blow and cheap
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
get-away
I hid away in the backstreets
Couldn't let the police jack me
Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got that ya yo movin' by the pound so
When
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