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How We Live

Styles P

Time Is Money

2006

cop lights blinking 
[Jadakiss:] This is how we live 
[Styles:] Benjamins, grants, Washingtons Lincolns 

[Verse 2:] 
Die once you live twice die twice

at
Never gave a fuck bout a fuck nigga stay mad
Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics
My big homie shooting like Dirk we

laws and no tricks
We down for whatever
If we gon die we gon die for our brothers
This is my Victory Lap I want my Grammy
I’m about to make a big toast

Harris and the Mare

Stan Rogers

Between the Breaks...Live!

Harris, fetch thy mare and take us home

The wife and I came out for a quiet glass of stout
And a word or two with neighbors in the room
But young

Good old Doc was westbound, and as to the reason why
It might have been the river, love forbid or cough gone dry
A young aspiring dentist, his glory

(Statik Selektah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh

They say it's live by the code
Die

Lost my morning to the bottle
Thought I could still go full throttle
Guess my good old days are swiftly passing by
Won't be young forever baby
That

I want to go where you go
I want to do what you do
I've been thinking for a while 
And I'm think that we're better one than two

Oh I know I'm young

Said one plus one make three, and you finna see
You ain't as grown as you finna be
You got them young nigga tendencies

Sentimental energy
I let

Staccs not average
Real nigga young and savage
Y'all gonna feel my ravage
Going hard and I'm wreaking havoc
I used to be a good girl now I do bad shit

my city running shit
Like I'm
Like I'm
Like I'm
Rest in peace Abstract up on the bridge though
The good die young
The bad always gon live on
I never

job Tommy
A nigga take something he gon' die about it
Young niggas with me they some livewires
Cut a niggas ass up like some barb wire
She looking at my

Bendan, baby - don't be hasty
Critical... comments...you get defensive

I know you've heard it all before
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by

, somethin ain't right, don't ride shotgun
The good die young, we all know, but how come?
And since we know why we can't change the outcome
I try to make

you die by the sword 

Hook
Abiyamo aye *2
Eparapo *2
there must be justice
for imole *2

Abiyamo aye *2
Eparapo *2
there must be justice
for imole *2

Let Me Hold You

Bow Wow

R&B Love Songs [2013]

2013

arms, in my mind all the time 
I wanna keep you right by my side 'til I die 
I'm gonna hold you down and make sure everythin' is right wit' you
You can

Spread your wings, young boy, they say fly high
If you hit the ground, they say you won't die
If you really want, come fly
Jump off the branch, come try

a lil' nigga toting
Hit his ass up two times he a goner
Niggas is chokers I don't even know bruh
If he come close he gon' die by the poker
Geek boy

Never ending
And war only dimmer
Cause once we spark
This bitch back up
We all ending as killers
Kings killing kings
As the good die young
Blood on our

the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
Young don't mess

cheesing
Social Batteries Decreasing
Build a social wall
Build a social rapport
I live by the sword
I die by the sword
Social Batteries Decreasing
Decreasing

days when I didn't blaze
Now I burn Blunt and sip Hennessey
Live fast die young I need to slow my pace
Cause ain't no better feeling than to see my son's

Chorus X2

So what you want soldier?
Close your eye, make a wish
Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish
When the drama run up, nobody

Gather lies on a crowded square,
to be forgiven by the hang man.
Did you feel alive when no hassle stood at the door.

Let me live, let me die
now