Lyrics:
a blessin' through
Sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
Wreckin' Crew bring out the best
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin'
The music's
underground
Falling stars don't fall that far
They just burn out in all our hearts
Reminders of who we are
The years had gone by
And we have lost touch
I
Twentynine thousand two hundred days
If you multiply 80 years by 365 days you will get 29200 days
If you live to be 80 years old
Then this is about
many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D.J.]
Through my night terror sound, if you're quite scared (Move)
Tell em dreams come tru, nightmares 2
Emcee's don't compare, tryna hype they' crew
I'ma beast,
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
or more
Now times that by the years I reign straight-seven
No hear for four years still multiplied by eleven
The silence's a set back make em regret
I swear its my year
I'm gonna take off ya better stay clear
I'm tripping and Shit
2 thumbs up I'm feeling this bitch
Way 2 Live I'm killing this shit
right?
Stuck in the ghetto, worse cursed by a spell right?
Hello! Better than ever before
It's that N.A.P. click ready to settle the score
3-2-1 Drop
just 3 years away
Plagued by two paths, swallowed up by hunger
Losing my mind, the odds stacked against me
I'm on a road that forks on two paths
I have
and found a gun, I was on probation
All 'cause I wouldn't participate in they investigation
I went to jail for a year, height of my career
But by the time
of our lives
Would be changed by two little lines
The time flew by and I held our little guy
And fell all over again
His hand in my hands I now understand
Christ make your people wise
I remember 2 years ago December I used to be a sinner
now I'm truly a winner,
you made me change my ways
i never stayed
Mr. Greene
Asked me yesterday,
"Boy, what do you want to be?
With some work,
In ten years or so,
You could be sitting here just like me."
He
Transmitting live via satellite
(uh, yeah... who we be) hah
The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and)
to the three's, to the four's,
across my collar, does it purr?
All these pimps is hysterical
I think they full of scare
Passin' by 'em in the V twin
Ghost-ridin' the blur
And rejection
pops
Had a gun his hand, damn
Hip hop go to way back then
Daddy used to sing doo-wop with
Two of his friends
I seen an oo-wop when I was like ten
Excited
"When you're on the run from the police you got two options
Turn yourself in, or come out blasting!"
The chase ain't over the battle ain't done
[Chorus 2X]
By the way, Chris Kinney get thicka for a nigga, c'mon
*Drum beat. . . make you feel the drum beat*
a rap, wanna lay that beat
But its hard, I'm on a speed high
C-N-T my crew, we cool
But we grew up in the street life
In other words, we gon' sting 'em
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was
G's a piece
Ya'll must don't like us, all ya'll must hate us
We don't get no love and support from our label
Two whole years, and ya'll just dropped
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