Lyrics:
gonna be a good rapper
New, improved Jay-Z
I quit
I'm retiring
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Honest
Can't
give more than we should
To a man that just don't treat us good, no
Gave him my heart my time
Did all that I could
In the past
To keep him here
you got on the rocks in snifter
I missed her in Kentucky, went down to Louisiana
I never had no lovin' like I had in Alabama
A man of my word ain't
yes, it makes me feel good
But a high-grade sensimilla, yes, it makes me feel
But me is a man, ah, talk about sensimilla is a drug
And if I start
be a good rapper
New, IMPROVED Jay-Z
I quit
I'm retirin
Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried
Honest
Can't go with me
the time so she want to send me down to Alabama
I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends
She says they strictly fucking, I could get away from bucking
or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
yo, you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
A business man, condos down the shore, multi million pension plans
But it ain't in my
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
good, and it's all sweet
All women flirt, all women cheat
So I might spend a week down in Virginia Beach
Out of inner sheets blaze plenty freaks
the drink)
But whatever it might be (Whatever it might be)
Just keep holding on to me
(Oh!) cause Ill pull down a cloud for you
Ill circle the stars
good, and it's all sweet
All women flirt, all women cheat
So I might spend a week down in Virginia Beach
Out or in the sheets blaze plenty freaks
Be
call me Bootsy, but I call it timin'
That's while I keeps on grindin' (that's right)
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feelin' this shit,
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
whenever I'm flatlined down
I can't keep 'em on my back right now (uh)
The game called me and said, "Come back right now" (right now)
Put the fire
and reigns
He in the heart of man so we must manifest
Together we're standing tall
Put your shoulder to the wheel, go days without meal
Walk up and down
the manner of Coltrane's "Alabama"
Niggaz wanna blaze a hammer
"Real girls get down on the flo'" like David Banner when I handle my shit
I go banana clips
heart (burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
Yes you're the hardest part of livin's loving me
Must be thousands of good reasons that I may never see
Still you keep that candle burnin' let me
are cold like tenants
Tryin' to keep your weight up better eat that spinach
For four twenty-five niggas lives get diminished
The world serious, I'm
fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It's darkest before light
I'm gonna push through
When you a man, action is what's expected, nothing is spoken
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