Lyrics:
threes turn to five C's, all these car keys
Jump in the Benz hit The Shark Bar (this life I live)
You know they love to see a hot star (yeah)
This
You’re all
Hypocrites
I know
You’re all
Hypocrites
I know
You’re all
Hypocrites
Yeah I got skills,
Enough to live and enough to kill
I'm a sucker for
just some things you should know
You gotta live by the code
It's real when you stay on this road
Cuz I stay by the trap spot
I done got burned on this
somethin', I press that button (I press that)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my luggage)
Still got
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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Remix
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it, everybody got it, uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school
like I should
Raise your glass let the good times roll in
Don't stress shit if I can't control it
Wake up feeling L.I.V.E
Head to the beach catch
Shit a lil different now
No it ain’t like back then
Pouring liquor ona ground
Reminiscing on back when
I just wish you could
Live Again
I just wish
and it ain't no crack
And it really don't matter if you're white or black, I
Want to take you there like the Staple Singers
Put something in the trunk
and it ain't no crack
And it really don't matter if you're white or black, I
Want to take you there like the Staple Singers
Put something in the trunk
give me thirty seven dollars and you can have that
If I could fly
I would probably never come down
With all of the bullshit confusion on the ground
wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor
Security wouldn't follow me around the store (ah, what you got in your coat, buddy)
Like I'd steal something
Because
ever live this life without you, Lord
Aye, God, it ain't no way, (it ain't no way)
How could I ever live this life without you, Lord
How could I live
ain't got no hard feelings cause you're really a broad
This nigga soft, I don't feel him if his feelings ain't hard
If my death is anything like my
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
self
I do it all alone
Tell me if I'm wrong
I Ain't got no one
I'm by my self
I do it all alone
Tell me if I'm wrong
I Ain't got no one
Insanity rain
gon' have to use forensics
Organized crime, you can put me in a lineup
Plus I got dreads
I'll pay a hundred for the line up
So so so so so we can live
gon' have to use forensics
Organized crime, you can put me in a lineup
Plus I got dreads
I'll pay a hundred for the line up
So so so so so we can live
I was coming back it's been a while you know if it ain't live it ain't me I ain't come to play yeah live
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
thinking about the fact
That everybody is gonna roll the dice
Yes sir
All I tryna do is live this life
Ain't got no second chance to live
But got a second in
I'mma let you tell it
Don't ask me, "Who the illest MC?"
I'mma let you tell it
It ain't rocket science
I know you ain't cock no iron
I know who you run
a nine to five, got my homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
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