Lyrics:
pillow seats
Parkin' bean projects where the killers be
Can't be talkin' out loud or niggas gettin' shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my
life got no answers[00:35.63]So I sit down[00:37.07]And light up the cabbage[00:39.58]Life is a gamble[00:40.59]And I am all in
connected by divine[00:45.64]I put my knees to the ground and ask[00:47.88]JaH JaH[00:48.46]Why[00:49.22]Oh JaH JaH[00:50.10]Why[00:50.54
the Jordans (Jordans)
Me, don't believe in extortion (extortion)
Hairline hit like a hornet (hornet)
Walk in and my neck got the pointers (pointers)
Fuck
turns dancin' with Maria
While the band played 'The Night Of The Johnstown Flood'
I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
In a cavern down by a canyon
Excavatin' for a mine,
There lived a miner from North Carolina
And his daughter, chubby Clementine.
Now every
in San Francisco
Didn't want to stay in Omaha
Never got fooled by New York city
But I lost my heart to la Gonave
Didn't leave my heart in San
games begin
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on
Callin up Earl on tha car phone
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin through tha hood in his
sleepin tonight[01:20.98]Cola, take yo bitch he a thief In the night[01:23.54]Tsa ain't on shit I bet you weed getting by, Cola[01:26.54]Finna get on this
a girl the moment you kiss her
And then you get distracted by her older sister
When in walks her father and takes you in line
And says, "Better go
walk around with forty-four chrome
On safety, spike the mic in the endzone
This here ain't the average shit, you used to
Front, and automatic rounds,
Troy Davis
Beware, Clive Davis swarming to your art form
Cause there's a party goin' on
Hotel, motel, I'm goin' in
Don't care what they spent
Can't
Everyone knows, everyone knows
Tell me what you know about forty days, forty nights, no lights, all for this
Tell me what you know about sleeping
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
I look at Julia Roberts
And you're just the poor jerk that I walk on by
And it makes me happy
It makes me smile
For a while
Everything's
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
[00:32.56]Die
[00:34.41]Every day and be born again to fly
[00:40.38]Turn off the line
[00:43.54]I know it's not all right
[00:49.73]See how my heart breaks
seen
She was just plain mister once
Got herself fixed up real good
Just a little boy lost in the land of the free
A wiggle and a walk away from
a nigga
I got up off they ass, I'm on you now
And I ain't fuckin' 'round with nothin' under .40 cal'
I'm tryna put a hole in any nigga, bun 'em down
I
Hmm, ah
I see a red door and I want to paint it black
No colors in my life, you better turn them black
I see them walking by dressed in their
fun in the meantime
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane, so (louder)
Choose
and desires are tertiary[01:54.57]In top-down hierarchy of them[01:57.01]Trapped in three days of trickery by her[01:59.30]Who was only ever looking for other
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake* by an ol´ mama lion
Cain´t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
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