Lyrics:
below the bridge
A little short on food that's all
Now I gotta get Marie some kind of coat
We're headed down into fall
I used to play the mouth harp
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
neighbors
(Turn the music down!) This is probably some haters
Achin' cuz they hear us rotatin' on the playlist
From B-boy laces to Detroit gators
Yo Tip I
stage fulla
Field nigga goals
Hip hop shoot outs vs those house negros
Five bodies got on the shot clock
Runnin' down in the count made
by her golden curls
She's sweet as sugar but tough as nails
Loving her daddy but giving boys hell
She didn't fall far from the tree
Every day I see
Oh, Chuck, they out to get us, man
Yo, we got to dust these boys off
In this corner with the '98
Subject of suckers, object of hate
Who's
what he or she look like or no matter what he or she do
(God, she preaching right?) Aight
Well, if you fall in love, you can fall out of love (true
We're headed out tonight; boys, let's saddle up
It's time to take on the town
It's Friday night, and all these city lights
They make me wanna burn it
Uh, uh, keep it goin
Yea, whatever
Now, now, now
Now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit
Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick
Two pretty boys were goin' tae the school
And one evening coming home
Says William to John, Can you throw a stone
Or can you play at a ball,
of highlights, if it was a book, it be a page-turner, shee
Grew up in the age of the dope boy
Don't be tryna kept me down, we don't go for it
Ain't gonna
Young ass niggas they straight up thugged out
They killas like that little soldier boy cause we livin' in the killin' field
Tombstone soldier rest in
stole the keys from ya friends
Lookin out ya madrion hotel window like Elvis Presley
Coming down the elevator
Good evening mister excuse me pardon me
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
I ventured into the courtyard
Followed by fifty two brothers
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard
Goin' out with a bang
Ready to bang out
But
were born to stand out, you wasn't meant to fit in (uh-huh)
Remember car too clean to let a sucka sit in
This trap music shit mad, show you how it
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
At night, I can't stand
You walkin' around like that
I can't figure out these days which way
You're goin'
And I
I can't follow you around
I can't
down by the dock,
the boat she sailed at five o'clock.
"hurry boys now", said whack
"or before we're there we're all be back
carry him if you can"
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
One, two,
shout!
Rise or Fall
We're the soldiers marchin' on
and we're screamin' so loud
Rise or Fall
We won't be slaves and cowards
We're goin' to break these
me by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
Well, I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never goin', never
I've been hurt by love so many times,
so I know just what you're goin' through.
You wish that you were never born, you gotta forget him now that he's
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