Lyrics:
Hood in this bitch, ho
Kickin' down in your front door
Knock knock, you hear the Glock cock
And that thing pop on that .44 (brrah)
Posted on it, that
ever do is step
One smoke in the ride, gotta bring two arms
That's four man in the ride, two dargs
Real t'ugs life like 2Pac
Really rap what I live
They
Hollywood Kole
• Fought to and from school ‘cause he lived in a time when some people hate the color of your skin.
• Dark strong and mean… Conditioned by
dey pan feet
Everytime we dey pon heat cos we know life sweet like gin
Sometimes hard like gin so I do my thing my gee
Live up and let the time be
[Intro]
On my way to find myself again I have come a long long from home to see (x3)
Ha Braille, a little louder
[Braille]
My last breath
don't be fuckin' around
Ya gotta be a clique thick before the sun goes down
You could get yo' life took
Smart mouth, dirty looks
By the product
the next one
Is better (Yea)
Been the man
Dats the gift and the curse
But I make it work
Like a 9 to 5
And it's overtime
From the 1st to the 3rd
Yea yea
the territory of jinns
I repent from my sins
Lesser the pay check
The bigger the brain waves
I'm not even in my hay day
Watch the bigger pay day
You better start
Live life
Live life
A One
A One
Finish line
Finish line
You'll run through it
You'll run
Live life
Live life
A One
A One
Finish line
Finish line
tellin what ya might roll
You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold
You better live ya life to the fullest
Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol
Morse code but Three had no family credenza
Friends of mine align swine on the backstab
Grabbin greedy, now it's Rikers or rehab
My walkin stick just
said Yanos wouldn't last and now their hunger is A-grade
You in the hall of shame nigga I see with the blame game
Life a big maze better be amazing
battered heart, another day and a brand new start
Another job and a different life, without the pain and strife
Park the trailer by my new front door, moving
means we have much more to give
You gotta choose what type of life you want to actually go and live
Nothings ever proven if you just dishing out brutality
Back to the days where a single deck would amaze
Ooo they calling me on stage
My life's a movie... 3-2-1
They call action
On set surrounded by
my heart they're open
You tell me something (no) I don't mind
Don't keep it from me hoping
That I'll just find the reasons why
Verse 3
One time so
wanna talk
About that nightmare staying up
He's waiting for you to be caught
As you're sneaking out the door
Cause deep down somehow he must know
Deep
two, by three
And last of all, with his bride's consent
Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made
family too
Flow like draco - top shotta (brrt), flow like draco - top shotta (brrt)
What kind of life you think I live? (Hmm) I'm here to get the job done
me when I'm down bad
Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip
By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists
We like
painted just like the man
That Veta tryin not to bite his hand
But they need em to keep em life from they stand
Every night praying for praying go as far
better, (quitting is no better)
Quitting is no better than the idea of surrender
And there's no way I'm going to surrender, all through my life's adventures
please
Please don't hit my line
Used to turn a nigga down with ease
Had to let it slide
Nigga really just
Tryina get the motherfucken key to a better life
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
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