Lyrics:
slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they
everything around me
CREAM, get the money)
Starvin' out here, yo
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)
I grew up on the crime side
The LA Times-side
Wrong turn might mean
passing through
I must have seen a hundred cars go by
This is awful nice of you
When he changed the tire
And closed her trunk
And was about to drive
to take him they had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashing' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
Still I can't
porcupine quills
Dangerous land, no time to delay
So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away
We're headin' straight for town, loaded down
today's mad bill with the guard
We eat women in cars
Lock the game down I'm givin it bars
What is life if you ain't living it large?
If you ain't living it
would meet death and his soul would leave his body
And after having completed the 13 steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure
And with
the slack i load that fifteen foot
Pirogue US mailboat down
Jump start my Johnson and
Spread the love around junk mail
Bills and birthday cards on the
Last
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We
I said I work, go home, clean my house, pay the bills.
I said I work, go home, clean my house, pay the bills.
I said I work, go home, clean my house,
the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
By the way, I got sixty fuckin' Wolves that'll guard me
That skate hard, Thrash black hoodies, try
That dope money
Im sleep by the bay
Its getting me hooked
Its getting me paid
They moving the weight
Im sleep by the bay
I throw them 10 bills
They
down by making things up
I imagine you gone
Russian Roulette
Like dancing with death
I carry on
Oh help me
You can go on you can go on
Can't go
by my homie but I (Can't make it)
If it was non-existent I would die (Stay with me)
I don't want to ever let it go (A quickie)
Beat it down like I'm
Yeah, yeah (word up, word up, word up)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (You know what we finna to do)
Yeah, yo, word up, yo
We takin' over the world
him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell,
manning the front lines
I saw a Red Cross on the Hudson
They turned off the Broadway lights
Another ambulance screams by
If by the grace of God, go I
since
I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger that my fear of death
I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow
It's me and Coleone at the pound on perk
Wanna hit the stripper spot
Maybe knock us some work it's been a minute
I'm in it still down to ride
98 Nav'
and me
Fallen down, just like a shooting star
With no fallen angel standing by
To carry you away
Target practice with other people's lives
Hit a few
They hang their heads in sorrow
Each time you pass me by
The way you hurt me darlin'
I believe I'll come unwound
I can't go on much longer
If
Anytime, all the bills on me
Hey, all the bills on me
If you like we can go on spree
And let the whole world see
That love is more than what you feel
Am
and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
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