Lyrics:
sneakers
Margielas on my sneakers
Last year it was 3k for a feature
Now it's 10k for a feature
I ain't ask to live this life, bitch I was chosen
Put
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
But he
and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But
rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
spell it, we still got beats
Don't question how we live, question what we give
Take it to the next leave 'em where they can't see me
Still they
YAHWEH x3
You live forever, Lord
You are God all by yourself
Verse 2
King of creation
Maker of the world
Aka ji uwa lee
Ageless Father
You reign in
by me, precisely
Roman numeral I be
Plus three describe me
My son move like the toad
Get drunk
Speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
Black Sheep Five this is Red Dog One come back
This is Black Sheep copy
State your position
Well I'm in zone three but it's lookin pretty
(Verse 2)
Live my life BANGKOK, Crotona in the Bronx
From the block, Now Im in that BANGKOK
Pay attention how the kid rock,
Still got that JUICE like Pac
chill
Don't nobody touch him 'cause Imma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker you took the bait
Mr Worldwide,
Redone,
And the beautiful Jennifer Lopez,
Dale
We don't believe in defeat,
That's why we're back for a three-peat
Hi Jenny, mira que esta
takes money
[Sadat X]
To see me rock a live show
It takes money
[Sadat X]
To get that last bag of smoke
'Cause they kindly take from it when
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
Here is where the church is
The streets all custom made
I dont know where you are
I'll live it out again
Up here make it alright
quickly passing by
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
CUSTOMER: Why?
MORTICIAN: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
apologize
They want me to cross ova fuck dat side
I'm jus a real nigga out of Ft.Myers
I got principles nigga dats what I live by
Ain't had rap feature
him, run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold, like four
on
When the kingdom come
Imagine you and I dancing salsa on the moon
One day I'll be a tycoon
Rock your body all the way to Khartoum
By afternoon i'll
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
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