Lyrics:
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
to jail
And live your life and die like slaves.
I got a relative on apeel doin' 25 flat
On murder or ride nigga fuck it Johnny Cochran can't fight that.
on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that
Isn't (yeah) life just one big headache
(One big headache)
Yeah, all the time nigga I cope with this shit, too loud (yeah) I'm off the anasteeze
to the business
Think about the real motherfuckers that live it
Street life, pimp shit, make the hoe respect the game
You bought her diamonds and cars, trick that's
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
were listening to a great big band
The bestest music in the land
I tell you once and tell you twice
Enjoy yourself and live your life
Little Lisa
livin life like you 'bout to hit the lotto
Get rich on your own, buy a new home
Keep your real friends, leave them haters alone
I see you when you get
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin' like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain't it funny how this money make a mood
paid to go away
A bunch low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans
This song's another one now,
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
hard, so concrete
I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street
Take me for instance
My life is not about you, think me for instance
I did
Say you little son of a bitch what choo tryin' to be
When I'm big I want to be a thug
You want to be a thug huh (Yeah yeah)
What choo know
right
Focus on my main goals
Stay away fake hoes
If I want this life I gotta stack up all my pesos
I just want that Rich life
Wanna live life
Do it for
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
talk with the boss
I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think
while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have
you see (shh)
You look on and rich as fuck to me
Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap
This shit get deeper than rap, deeper
lets get rich and party
Lets not test my gangsta, that's how you get bodied
that's how hearts get took, pride get damaged
Lives is shedded, fuckin'
you have
To be strong in his word
By living your life
I can't be alone in this battleship
I'm heading on to the top
With ma Jesus piece
Big cars, rich
you have
To be strong in his word
By living your life
I can't be alone in this battleship
I'm heading on to the top
With ma Jesus piece
Big cars, rich
Machiavelli, I'm in the studio drunk then a motherfucker
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild,
Live, for all my dogs, for all my dogs out
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