Lyrics:
tombstone
Met a Gemini woman said you can Gain it all and it's fool's gold
So it's live life with the llama
Or find a new groove like Kuzco
Had to clean
fighting every single day in them spots
Just to make a way
Like niggas really came from the block
No more lose ends
I'm grateful for the memories
And new
trouble here, our kids can't even play.
Let's leave this city, get away.
VERSE 2:
We'll live a country life so sweet.
See no more fighting in the street,
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
that I survived through
Every single chain watch & whip that im buying new
She want me to fuck her really I ain't got the time to
Telling me she love me
without the beard
Man, all these new niggas weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches
New
What more can I say? I had to run up a play for the kids so they won't do what I did
I had to gamble when it was too much to handle yea I was
harder to sleep
Man, it's hard in the streets. Yeah, it's hard for a P
I to get by, living in the Chi, tryna live the life without a suit & tie
You can
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
To live and die, laugh and cry
Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why
And they don't even try to learn
By letting the five Percent teach
Starting my day when it feels right
Maybe I'm still dead by the sunrise
Checking my soul in silver mirror
Couldn't find a single sign of life
Put
in
Fuckin' on babygirl, she give her all back
I do not live by the water but girl is an ocean
We do not play no football, what is the motion?
Nigga
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
did was burn up
Gas and flunk math fool
But still it was super ill
I mean two teenagers in a new Seville
With 1987 in the tapedeck
That was a part of my
a Glock shot
I'm like a bomb gonna drop when the clock stops
We know it, we live it
We raising our kids up in it
We know it, we live it
Though some of us
Too many vibes
We can't even count the niggaz we lost
Its too many lives
They know not to spin wen we the block
Its too many guys
I gave him
kids
And we could be your kids
But are you into polygamy?
Cause we are like
Totally free
We could move to New York state
And we could go on lots
corrected
I see things eternal
Yeah I got a whole new perspective
And I don't use drugs or sell
Keep accountabilty cause my flesh yeah
It love to fail
I don't
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
Been going through old memories like stories that're told to kids
Before the medication I'm taking made me complacent
With hindsight 2020 + 1: there's
devices twisted
Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shit
Crib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fist
But I'm still single, looking for
go infernal
Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'
When I bow, all praises due
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