Lyrics:
thinking of me by now, but you go grab it
I'd like to think for who I down this shit
I belong where they be 'cause we can not get back those lives
We
I made a pit stop at the corner station
In my shiny new rig where the boys were waiting
Got it all gassed up and the beer rise down
Drove 35 miles
Season, Busta Bus, Nicki Minaj
Billions baby, Frank Bill-ion (C.I.t.)
This is a world premier, Style on them (Let's get it)
Now you hold it's your
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
'Cause it ain't easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher
be round by midnight
Pickin' me up, and telling me tales of magic
She is pleasin' for reason.
Try to remember just where you are
Try to remember
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
long
When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong
And I don't need nobody help, I do it by myself
Been takin' risks before the fame,
stage, rockin with the JBeez
Was a dream come true for a brother like me
Before rap was consumed, and hip-hop was doomed
I was bangin on tables, rhymin in
Baby's livin' on from hand to mouth
She's roamin' all alone in the deep, dark South
Her eyes are tired
And she's been livin' with a brain full
Will I ever change in this life?
My grandma said I'll never change and she right
Y'all think that L.A. gang banging shit hype?
Well you finna'
to the other side of the world.
But life was like a dream.
A series of meaningless movement.
And then by chance she met
You and your brother.
The moment
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
mountain and search the valley low. Wherever you are, that's where I'll go.
(If you need me)...Girl, if you need me...(Like I needed you)...Baby, won't you
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
test tube baby}
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
of gangs, living by and dying by the sword
Block parties, fools stamp debit cards
Your hood ain't no different from ours
We share the same dreams, same money
to communicate
Algorithms filter out what threatens the endgame
Censored observed controlled by big brother
Fortunes made morals betrayed while we turn on each
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
of me
Had it made in '83
Thinking about my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18 month delay
He's a-okay, by
with no limits
Where we are free
And no one in our business
Where the clouds
Are made by our weed smoke
Forget our problems
Even tho we know that we
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
Being here in America doesn't make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you
of my brothers who made mistakes in the pass
It's really not their fault, you see times are hard
And it was probably difficult for my man to find a job
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