Lyrics:
Album
Killing on the beat
Killing on the beat
Written By: Samuel Jose Garcia Cordero, Belvert
present, none of these rappers get it
Wonder why I try to remain separate, no child support draining my bank account
My children set and, I'm coming back for
your casket, now your son a bastard
Pressure on his shoulders make 'em gotta grow faster
Where I'm from, the stories never end with no happily ever
soon my young son you come up and just slay these bitches with it
They try to take me down, I murder them
They try to hold me back, I slaughter them
did you
By my side seeing a Yeah why did you leave me
Them days of 2001 still hurt my soul
The faze of an absent son this chill Earth is cold
Amazed
future daughter or son
The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds (Limbo)
The circle of life could make a man feel like the one
Just
bang everyday, i cant stay neutral
'cause satan hate my gut so the feeling stay mutual
im real with the Son so real is how i come
i never been a mark,
kiddin' on this mission
Simply put, I'm goin' in
Pick up pieces on the way
Nip left
What's next
Success
Followed by Big Check
Promises, promises
Son
thoties jack sons way faster than Galactus
C'mon man now who gone raise these bastards
I should dropout and come back when I'm 30
Maybe then they won't
rubbing my back
He whispered to me "my old town road money running thin
I need a new hit by midnight I got approval from Em"
They dragged me into the studio
it back home at 4
To clock in by 8 or try to make it before
So I ain't lose my passion for it I just never made profit
And that's partly why I had
What about one plus one
Jamais de fumer sans feu
Jt'au volant d'un album number on
Jamais de fumer sans beuh
J'arrete si j'le veux pis i stop if i
"Sons of Rice"
With my best friend "Bobby"
This album is for all of us
And though I'm sounding jolly
My soul is still back home
I'm here only in body
I am
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred
her heart nigga you stole
Nailed a two by four by her as a tombstone
As I looked back reminiscing his sister
I could have sworn that I heard a voice
nice (It's only real)
It ain't nothin' nice it ain't nothin' nice
(Act like you know) it ain't nothin' nice
Son I be skimmin' through the billboard
Top
the fiberglass
I classify your last album
As weakass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies I
Keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong I'm willing to live
Or die by
right? Nah man, fuck it, they're dying!
Who sit so long on their legs that they can't feel they're bones.
Who listen to albums front to back 'coz they got
Baby I'm back, they crazy whack, taking 'em out!
The philosophical flow son, that's live at my show son
I'm sounding like no one, you feeling me
never heard a word
My homeboy's momma cool but she smoke crack
Now getting high is how she bring her son back
Imagine that so many kids are living this
bigger dreams
I copped a house out in the hills just to switch scenes
And now they back home saying "How could Vic leave?"
I got Chicago on my mind like
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
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