Lyrics:
could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that
the real live bitches all across the map
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm on the roll like butter
Flow gutter, fuck what
the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all
Science fiction that's not admissible in no court of law
I live to rock mics 3-D
The only reason I seek
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
never thought I ever was a stone
But the years have sure passed me by
If you bottle up a moment
Will it ever pass you by
Would you rather live that moment
the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all
Science fiction that's not admissible in no court of law
I live to rock mics 3-D
The only reason I seek
Rock and Roll Hero
1) I wanna’ be a rock and roll hero
Live fast and die like a hero
I’m a lover, and you know I ain’t fakin’
You can see my heart
speak
Girl when we called it off, it was WW3
I mean every word
Let me put this in terms
you'll understand
I'd rather
Get stung by a bee
Go rock bottom
Well I worked like a fool 'til after done with high school
Just to form a rock and rollin' band
But the streets were exploding and my life I was decoding
What I gotta ask
Sane lookin man gon make me three
Cups of delicious K.C. Tea
That's Hennesy, Sprite and lemon
If you got better than that you gotta
a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you
You can't do rock and roll wrong.
Now that's my fucking way to think.
And passion doesn't just come from
A simple 3 chord pop punk progression.
So
like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegg'
Dum-di-dum rock, like Buju Banton
Soup like wonton, fuck by the ton, drums
Please, my whole crew's makin'
Stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
together you know we make the sex live
Take you to paradise while massaging u down
Feeling betta with twins ménagin u down
Make u explode and now I'm
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at.
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by
meet, 3 2 1 hear the gun and the drums go
I try to touch the sky
No reason to live but no reason to die
Everybody think that they run this town
That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
The whole three four five six seven eight nine
In the pocket, bursting in the air are rockets
And hang with ya, when ya full of Patrone
And oh yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by
three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State
the stage by hisself and still rock
When your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
You can say whatever you want (Bet you can't do it
from nothing
Can't fault her for wanting something
She love men that can afford (ooh, yeah)
She wants to
Live fancy
Trips to Monaco
Designer
scriptures weeved and woved
Behold gold for the people equal
Fresh on the weekend
Wu-Tang, Biggie smalls live at the beacon
Backstage drinks on the house
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