Lyrics:
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
[Repeat: x2]
Lord live within my heart.. Lord don't you ever stop..
Fill me up with what I need.. just have to ask I shall receive..
[KRS-One]
I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head
I had another partner named Terry
Dead, he tried to flee the scene
you to area 51
And get you kidnapped by aliens
I got a thought
You've been a thot
I got a thought bitch
You've been a thot
Dating two guys at the same
get cheese and smoke green with my guys
I'm on a green diet, I don't want no french fries
I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high
I just wanna
Just let a young nigga live
Tryna start a bigger business
Hate the way my niggas live
Gotta Very short temper
Don't fuck wit my dividends
on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks
after bitch, city after city
And I still treat'em shitty
Tell it to ya face yo, no lie
Everyday I live my life like the world 'bout to die
(Shaggy 2
down in the sea
At a ripe old age lightning struck from the sky
And split Albert's vessel in two
One hundred men fled for their lives
On rafts
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
Verse 2: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz)
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet
by a boy with an AK
Out here with the same team
(Won't switch sides)
Just trying make it mainstream
(And get by)
No Tris inside my bloodstream
This wockhardt got me
it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell
[Chorus] X 2
[Tech N9ne] (Yukmouth)
Yeah (Live and direct)
hate money
(Evidence)
Yo, if you live day to day then you proabably live life
More than a cat who got a Benz, bank roll and a wife
'Cause yo, I seen
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
at the concerts
[Baatin]
One, two, the whole world is
Tick tock, tick tock
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking
ya together
Organize ya bones and organs by the letters
Know that you can't do no better
Than the 2G's
Yeah that's forever
Come through lay
it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA with your bae, chuck up the deuce
Feelin' like I
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
Would you go back if you could?
I don't think I would
Catch you by my side
Walkin' backwards over bridges we crossed
Is how you get lost
I can't
these niggas
How I feel to be a black
Man, you say something wrong
Nobody understand
Money, power, black, opinion, pick two
They would kill ya
No matter
mostly about famous people
Who died and will soon fade away
Still the camera crews will fill the pews of the cathedrals
Swept up by the same mortal play
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