Lyrics:
w-h-o-l-e life wo-r-k-s
On the tab-l-e
Ho, ho
If your capa-b-l-e.
Oo-ohh
Keep that American Dre-am
Put your w-h-o-l-e life wo-r-k-s
On the tab-l-e
If your
w-h-o-l-e life wo-r-k-s
On the tab-l-e
Ho, ho
If your capa-b-l-e.
Oo-ohh
Keep that American Dre-am
Put your w-h-o-l-e life wo-r-k-s
On the tab-l-e
If your
iF i waS youR loVEr baBy
wouLD u want mE to bE tRUUUU
i'll tell u there's no oTher baBY
thERe's onlY me aND yoUUU
choRus
anD noW wE'RE all alOne
plain and simple, cause these tracks be
Monumental, monumental, Monumental, so mind your info
Whoa whoa Ok
J-A-M-A-L-C-O-O-P-E-R-O-T-T-I-S-G-A-I-N-E-R
We
oN a lOng anD loST suMMeR’s nIgHT tO SeTTlE-uP aND waTCh fOr aWhiLE iF oNly caTcH aNd REleaSe tO hITch a HoLLoW oN noRfOlK thRoUgH bAYs aNd BroKEn
beef with end up in the same jail
He had a l rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
And when I
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
a K-I-double-L-E-R
See y'all in hell
Shoot niggas straight through the ER, whoa
This ain't B.R., no
Its S.C., C.E.O., the next Lyor
No, the next leader
a K-I-double-L-E-R
See y'all in hell
Shoot niggas straight through the ER, whoa
This ain't B.R., no
Its S.C., C.E.O., the next Lyor
No, the next leader
Giocavo tardi con la sabbia tra le mani
Scivolava tra gli spazi
Come luce tra le travi
Raccontando un'innocenza
Che separava l'indomani
Ogni giorno
On the news it was televised
An Astrovan on Daytons strolled by
You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.-
P. to the busters in front of me
Sweat that ass every
real.. please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
are-you-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
of mine (how many of us have them)
You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash
All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash
All those OGs and BGs and wannabies
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
and every hood gee!
That's right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop
K-i-l-l-i ngin' me
M-a-y-b-e-i-j-u-s-t-l-i-k-e-t-o-b-e-m-i-s-e-r-a-b-l-e
M-a-y-b-e-i-j-u-s-t-l-i-k-e-t-o-b-e-m-i-s-e-r-a
B-l-e
I'm over my
OCD my ADHD PTSD
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust an O down wit ya man, hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime
L-E-T-U, L-E-T-U
Hail to the gold and blue!
Single minded in our fight,
Pressing on with all our might!
We stand together strong and true
We are one
you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell niggas
You came too deep, one
cause she stands by me
My O.T Love
Our conversations have me so happy
My O.T Love
I know you're far away
You'll always have a part of me
Your sweet smile
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
man, 'cause what she brings is
Trouble
Well that girl is trouble
She's T-R-O-U-B-L-E
That spells trouble, man
That's what it spells to me
That
[Chorus: Ashanti + (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E
Scrap?
I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?
Hold up that's goods rap, pardon sir
I just like good rap, but when I see goods I give his
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