Lyrics:
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
life
So keep movin', you better keep walkin
The nine will have them crawlin', crawlin'
Clinger for life
Nigga how you want it nigga, cause you
my life been great
I show my choppas hella faith
I let them bitches fornicate
I wish I had more time, I could show you I'll be great
Going in and out
on 105
Said don't die
I won't abide
I won't lie
I just wanna live my life
I just wanna live life
Making just enough to get by
Struggle out here, it's hard
be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
Pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one
KRS-One
doctor!
Yes, she gave me the jolly message. Oh...Nuth...
Nothing is wrong! After all, what is time?
If you miss me in this life you can catch me in
here it is, brothers
If you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas
Cause if you don't in due time
Your kids'll speak about
youth by our side.
Youthful Vibes, in the rhythm of our prime,
You and I, let's celebrate the fleeting time.
To the beat of laughter, in the arms
and life takers (what)
Laugh now, and cry later (cry later)
[B-Real]
I laugh at you
And you expect to see a weakness
You triflin' bitches in speeches
You
eating Raisin Bran so we can boo boo
Shittin
On the competition, if we had some
Have none, tag teaming eardrums
Call us Daft Punk
Have fun, with what you
fist fight life or death
But you can't win with a vest
But there won't be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on your breath
I see day is dark
see me
Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news
You'll see a nigga gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a frame up, tryin' to keep
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you're weak
One thing 'bout this money
It's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
still got time (got time)
This ain’t my prime (my prime)
I’ll make the sweetest lemonade out of this life
Can someone tell me
Am I gonna waste my whole
"Life, it's all about sex money and murder.
To all those motherfuckers out there who can't deal with it;
You just a punk ass bitch!"
Sex money
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
you, then the punk told you
Get on the strip, get me paid or I'm a fold you
Your sellin' yourself, but you say your just a stripper
Your mother's
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
it's been enough time since I've had to just stand by inside and wait
The trepidation in this place is as plain as day
And I think it's been enough time
back swear thats the truth
I'm not daft I've got it figured out
You cant do the math man haven't got a clue
I put it together like two and two
Its easy
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