Lyrics:
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in
Pu
I made this splendid 'cause that's what I intended
Don't try to break it 'cause you just can't bend it
I got a bad habit, see I live hitting
you rappin' never mix business up with your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe for?
Niggas don't love you, you got
in woo
She slipped into, her own fantasy world
Had herself pregnant by a different dude
But reality bites and, this is her life
He wasn't really
Peeping is thorough
And I cruise the streets in a red Montero
Pick up my crew and then we chop-chop make it
To the Quik Mart and get the blunts, cool
Laces
Triple L, rollin' dice while I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is short not long
This nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
If he
suffering while fuckers getting rich, yuh
Fuck that stimulus check, no money for me
All of USA is getting up in two teams
Oh, I don't have a say, I'm just
to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin coon hat
Walk by sucker punk,
[dmx - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag
Uhh! this is it baby!
End of the road,
too much sess
Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who
Where's the crew thick mist in the trail
I'm feelin' pressure off
I'm a nice guy.. My life's a light sky
So much love I might cry.. Daah! Nice try!
I'm an evil seed, in the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E.
say to me
Is that I'm too good for my own good
A lot of my people in circles 'round the hood
They treat my music like a blondie
Too much emotion
area code, check it
[Verse Two: Dice Raw]
This is for all of my niggaz, that are R.I.P.'s
You ain't missin nothin, life ain't what it should be
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
fills
Up with fumes and roaring engines and
Blurred movement it's chaos
And at the center of it all is
Meek, by this time completely awake
And in his
gotta do is call me
And I'll come runnin' to where the party at (uh-huh)
I keep a fat s- in the backpack
Know what's happenin' in every city I'm
the evidence
For pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin' round on patrol?
And ask "Why you're here?" I just tell 'em 'cause it is what it is
I live here
don’t lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo’s gaff
(skurting ay)
2 2 gyal getting moved by 2 2 man
(2 2 man ay) come off the decks if you
Can’t mix
crew
What we want is new melodic
Vacations in the tropics
Mix it right my gin and tonic
Shop to drop all the Prada
What we want is new melodic
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
I mean, I ran with the right team, did my dirt had fun in the night life
It wasn't a pipe dream, my legacy tellin' me I live Christ-like
I hear what
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
to penetrate this section or threaten we KILL THEM
[Chorus: x2]
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
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