Lyrics:
You look like love, you look like death
But they're the same things just different letters
I hope you don't think I mean anything bad by that
Oh, I
Slowly killed by disease
Torture in black
Unseen, unheard, undone
Hundreds of thousands of corpses
Seven-three-one
"They went from people that were
niggas out of the booth, unpluggin' it
Strange fruit, my niggas live to shoot
Yo, it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit
Yo, so bust what
atmosphere
One that's free of haste
Here we live our life determined
Not let a good thing go to waste
Respect is given Trust is earned
No matter color size
with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set
homicide's my lullaby
Hang with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me
my mark on the Earth
Takin' my drugs in doses
My bitch by the pack
Came from the, came from the mud
First to put the hood on the jet
First to put
your pistol
Grim Reaper, I got the whistle, death I pull no tissue
Hit you, like the Mac-11, MC's subtract by seven
Callin' callin' for the reverand,
Everything is changing, too fast
Live for the moment, tryin' to make it last
Day by day, step after step, that's all
Everybody's asking where I've
your pistol
Grim Reaper, I got the whistle, death I pull no tissue
Hit you, like the Mac-11, MC's subtract by seven
Callin' callin' for the reverand,
feet
Whatever can be written can be repeated
But some things cannot be written down
Or they would've been written by now, so remember
You'll live
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
k By Thug Demand
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set
to me Christ 'cause you will?
By his mind put you right where I live
Eternal nights the lights are in hell
Soldiers eyes were all blinded by shells
You
Violence is ageless
Went through the stages
Desensitised from belief
My mind is hazy
My vices saved me
Live in a sense of relief
As the days pass by
you've got upon my heart
The way that you look with open arms
No road too rough, no price too high
To be anywhere but by your side
Nobody gets me the same
at night.
I'm the boy to keep you up at night.
To keep you decent seven days a week
'Cause it's the second best thing I do with my feet
Watch your ass
Welcome to the ghetto
Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
that we live by
They say they crucified Jesus with a couple of thieves
Lord we don't know we do
We just know what we need
Theresa was the finest piece
Cowboys coming into this event
Chance to win eighty-seven hundred dollars a performance
Remember this is only the third
You could win nearly ninety
times
Can I live this life
Gimme six
And a seven
And an eight and nine
Mama once said
Don't try to fight time
Look back
Tell me what do you see
Is it all
he
Step by step you haffi set your mind free
You really haffi full up your dreams
You haffi create the world you waan live in
Unity is the thing that
the street
Somewhere deceased
Now we struggle to live
But we living to die
I see my homies dying one by one
I want to cry
But if heaven's where your living
_(cropped).jpg/208px-Miley_Cyrus_Primavera19_-226_(48986293772)_(cropped).jpg "Miley Cyrus")
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