Lyrics:
to report on me favorably, otherwise I may die.)
("Die?")
(Yeah: die in committee. Oooh! But it looks like I'm gonna live. Now I go to the House
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
cars fly by on the the highway
But I still needed to make a choice
Did I wanna move on or just decay
Facing the thunder like it’s just a casual rain
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
Doin' my best just to not blow my cover
Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger
There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna
Years of the clock go by
How long will you wait for a sign
It seems fiction is hard to break
Forward out of the darkness
Walls of time must
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it
All you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna
(oh)
I think they all caught up to my shaky hands (oh)
Lone Ranger all by myself
Struggling to find somebody else
cnd if we're all gonna die
I'd like
think it's still behind the counter
Probably by the cashier I just shot" (ayy)
"Who's this on the floor? Who's this on the floor?
"I don't know,"
Its easy all you gotta do is beep me
Chorus x3
(Rapping while chorus is still going)
Master P:
We gonna ball till we fall
underrated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gonna be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still
pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
loved
Everything I needed
It was you that had me by the throat
I was barely breathing
You thought that I was gonna choke
But I’m still here…
(Yip-yip-ah-yip-ah-yeehaw)
Still I've gotta live my life here
With some pretty scary brethren
But now I'm forever on a mission, baby
To live and die by my smile.
And if
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
a fighter and I still have my pride
They are gonna have to kill, by my own hand I refuse to die
Though now death is all that awaits me
I die to go on but
for my iraqs 'cause I love 'em.
They gonna want him hanged after that.
In god we trust,
What? (what?)
Money or the life of a soldier
Sent to die in
Christmas time
Won't you hang my holy socks on a midnight line.
Well that mountainside's just gonna sit there
That river's gonna rush on by.
But
my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all
"DIE ANTWOORD!"
Fuck, I still can't say the shit
But how quickly they forget who the fuck I was
Now Ninja try to duck my slugs, you let your girl get
chick (yo)
This is no intention of bein' offensive to women
By calling y'all bitches, my down-ass bitches
Still my queen, princess cuts look clean
know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie
here
Just close your eyes
And learn your pain
Without a tear
I think I’m gonna die here
I think I’m gonna die here
And one by one
We arm our own
With
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