Lyrics:
know it's just no use, no use
Know what people say
They think it's a juvenile's game
But I don't care, I'd always wait
'Cause we are brought together by
man
he and his dog that walked the old land
Ev'ry flower touched his cold hand.
As he slowly walked by
weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy
Ha ha, under pressure, yeah, bay-bay!
The pressure's on, Thug Life
When it's on, it's on
One of these days I'll, learn, don't fuck with
(The Mekanix)
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, nigga, get your bread up
La-da-da, da, da-da-da, da
gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She
deserve to get throwed, throwed
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nothin' less than
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
bout the future
Got the big dawg by my sideline
He told me be yourself
You can acheive it all
Devil think he smart
He trynna make me fall
Guided by
Fuck
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in
are a couple 69ing
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
Fuck yo' couch, nigga
You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga
Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his
A couple killers been in retirement, they gon' do it if I see it
Won't ask them niggas for no money 'cause I'ma do it when I land
I was scared to show my
be us
They don't wanna see us
Going the distance (yeah)
For life, for life, la di da
Said we couldn't go the distance
For life, for life, la di da
Yeah, yeah oh you gotta love it
Oh you got, oh you gotta love it
I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I told 1da send me
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops'd never think to look in
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin'
Woke up this morning
Satisfied this morning
You were laying by my side
Yeah
The cold air brings you closer
With your head on my shoulder
Heaven
for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga
(Chorus 2x)
[B.G.]
Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L.
living for the moment
That mean she'll fuck 'til the morning, time and I got time
And I know that I'm in a position of controlling, anything out by that
a way, for my niggas I paved a way
I'm at the top, they at the bottom starvin' guess that mean it's safe to say
That I really came from the trenches
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
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