Lyrics:
running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I've got money stacks
a bit 2 leisurely
Seems that I was busy doing something close 2 nothing
But different than the day before
That's when I saw her, Ooh, I saw her
She
miserable now
In my life, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?
Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm
live there are not seen again!
Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana
And a salesman from places unknown (-ces unknown)
All huddled together
and who gets laid
And who gets saved and who gets sprayed
By burnt pale faces, fiends in high places
Faces and faces, chasin' traces and cases
And cases
who told me
When they finally make their first million
They're gonna live like kings, gonna try everything
Gonna flatter pretty women
If they know how
And who gets layed
And who gets saved
And who gets sprayed
By burnt pale faces
Fiends in high places
Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases and cases
bitch! You know I will)
You don't know who you messin' with
(You don't know x2)
Most of them leave with the car doors bent
(Car door oh oh)
Blow out heat
who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out now
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
(talkin' bout)
Death to a nigga that lie on the trap house (trap house)
I gave her ass a little bit more, then she tapped out (tapped out)
Hit the 2 Live
fucked up twice, next time, shit
Ain't no next time, well I guess I got two strikes
You like, who like, baby true life
You right, you just with the work
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
Trendy Wendy, you know what I mean?
Hangin' around with the girl who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street cred 'cause she's no dummy
with a knife
You're hangin' on the Ave, chillin' with the crew
And everybody know what you've been through
Ah, with the one, two, three, three
Lord knows who feels it every moment every day
Some say, how are you doing? They want to know if we fine
Not until we reposes what's rightfully mine
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
competition is one times two
Think it's cute? I make it
Where they can't regroup, shoot
Shit's solid, dope get killed, cousin
In your life
All I'm doing is
Place in your heart
Paisley Park is in your heart
There is a woman who sits
All alone by the pier
Her husband was naughty
And caused his wife so
you know the bond is strong
And you know who's who, so let me not prolong
For this was a night to remember
I had on the beige Timbs with the two tone
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
Mad
Doing main road tryna get to the place that I made
Doing up doing up doing up
Mad
Back when me and Avelino used to make tracks
Live and die
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