Lyrics:
life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got
Six million flammable liquids mixed
In a gallon jug drop a match and run
Blast that castle to a cloud of dust
Mama wasn’t proud of us
She say ‘Y’all are
Live my life by the V code
Being real is all that i know
Being real is all that i know
(x2)
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
di da di, but the beer is in the back
Move a little closer clean that dust up off your eardrum
If they start asking questions you can tell em you ain't
Got the crew livin' large
(Livin' large) , ah (Pour up, toast up)
I've been getting stoned rollie two-tone
Five hundred on cologne put ice in my goals
Live It Up
by Justin Mise
written by Justin Mise & Heather Holley
It's my life, gonna live it, live it
It's my life, gonna live it up
It's my life,
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
forty-two with the signal overdue
And the passengers all frantic to a man
That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear
I'd been busy in the luggage
and the crew, Q in the future Knowledge and truth
Spent my shit, but I still recoup Stuck to the beat life rubber, I'm glue
Grey as a goose, tea bags, no duck
back
He punched a hole in the wall on the way and broke a mirror, he's Charlie Mack
Down by law at each and every show
Nicknamed Al Decent but for short
how the fuck did I end up in prison?
Fuckin' snitches
They got me crossed by my own side
I found him by his self
No drama, he alone died, nobody
to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill
to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
Man I gotta do it for my kids
Ima in a position
Where i gotta get it how i live
We was just chillen we learned our ABCs
Now we in the trap daily
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
And deceive it
Till your mind controlled
By the evening
News it feeding
You your meaning
Like oh oh oh
What you need is
A bit of dust
In your wings lift
You up
is 'Excuse me, hops', he's [Name] Polo
You met the crew and you know where we live
You met Omar, Money and my man Wiz
The posse is here in full
revolutionaries of our day and age are labeled
terrorists!
[Camu Tao] Weathermen! Radio!
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o!
[Camu Tao] Brethren! Take dope!
[El-P]
stanze
You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs
Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest
Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons
Blood
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