Lyrics:
dead body go do better album
I know say Dagrin dey laugh i dy wound this track
E dy show 2pac na ur warri version be that
Na me dy run the street una
get-away
I hid away in the backstreets
Couldn't let the police jack me
Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got that ya yo movin' by the pound so
When
Man, take another hit breathe out
In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot
I?m chillin at home on some solo shit
I love piece and when its quiet, I
at your garments, boy
What about that shit you say they did when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah,
a program where i'm trapped in
By old heads that gave up and kids stuck being unhappy
And sitting wasting time, while I get these hands to clapping
I'm here
Man you gotta learn to love, live, prosper
Get all that hate up out of you
Only got one life to live
Better live it while you here, boy
Make
yeah
Fuck man
I'm not moving fast enough
That's when the stress comes into play
When you're like
Aw shit I'm 26 years old
I don't want to turn 27
Where
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
music.
Check me out.
Yeah
Let me get this rockin’ like blessings blessings trickle down from heaven
With a little more faith I could flood the gate
I
past old
Don't want no lust, gotta rebuke it, celibate till marriage
Full with the spirit, not no drink, that's where I get all the courage
Making music
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
to gain a smile
Listen while you hear it
There's no pink in my slip
I reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me red
While the boys from
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
to me
And every since that night man I promise I been on it
Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking
from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way
Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big
old
Swear to God I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops. (Rest in peace Chacha)
[Chorus]
'm wasted but I'm
Making movies by day
And albums by night
Everyday I'm getting paid
Every month is a flight
Found my Mary Jane
We gon get married in
Nas, I stay on my job
Try to pray to keep my heart from going harm
And I ain't perfect
You know that from old me
My life is real even when I’m in
remember back when i couldn't get a ride
(Didn't have no ride)
Now I wake up and push whatever I won' drive
(Skrt skrt skrt)
I remember back when she told me
been dey give me life and
Always there when I needed y'all the most
Today is a new age so I raise a glass for a toast
Thank you! Thank you!
I get too
fuck that and fuck heaven
Now I'll never get in
Hell is the alternative
The religious version and
An eternal life of Satanic subservience
Submerged in
independent won't depend up on a man
Yeah listen boy, I got this by myself so
Get with it or be an end, yeah
If you say you love me then
This action should be
one degree
Surrounded by niggas who did first degree
And the other ones that never got they first degree, sheesh
Lucky me (nigga), yeah, I done
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