Lyrics:
for fortune and fame
I don't want to live forever, it's do or die
I'd be a dead nigga talking gangsta SPI
Niggas don't want me to be up
In they system
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
or ride or die
Yeah, yeah
Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga's
Unsure of yourself, you stand divided now
Which road will lead you there?
Last time you fell and you hit hard
Your wounds have healed by now but
pics"
My bars come raw like papers, but you know I only got smoke for the haters
And by RAW man, man I don’t mean Sheamus
I’m balling like the LA Lakers
Don’t want nobody to die
Don’t want to have to ride but in this game
I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way have it your way
It’s
Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section
My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight
Amping up the mic making sure
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
or ride or die
Yeah, yeah
Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga's
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
of true felons (uh-huh)
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get (watch me)
At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it?
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot,
for the touring!
"Where the Dark Fantasy tour at Ye?"
I don't know, ask, ask Hennesy
(thats Coca-Cola)
Say ‘he ain't clean enough’
But rappers ain't
I don't know just how it happened, I let down my guard
Swore I'd never fall in love again, but I fell hard
Guess I should have seen it coming,
a coward, but don't be too heroic
Live your li-life to the fullest, don't push it or pull it
Don't murder others 'cause you disagree with they beliefs
We
the fuck up like a real nigga should
I gotta boss up and put on for my hood
Hard headed with a attitude
Running down the avenue
McLean block hit that bitch
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
hit by lighting
And some things just don't
Hope we live long and lucky
At least one things for sure
Or maybe it isn't.
No matter where we are
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live
Uh, hit me
[Missy]
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby,
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