Lyrics:
it yo
Year of the Lord , make love fuck war tour
After before 2004, I swore
Dj Lord come bust down the door
Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity
They say fuck
and the register?s low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two
was that you, big man, and a lot more grease?
All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this
Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be running
to enlighten
And I'm just that type-a, lyrical rhyme
Sniper, never a street fighter
But down for gettin' hyper
I'm a beat junkie brother, known by the emcees
a ghost town
I'm running out of gas in a ghost town
True stories buried in those empty fields
And whistled by scarves surrounded by thick shields
Who am I
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
me mystified
Chasing all the rainbows falling from the sky
I know your intentions are all a bunch of lies
I'm running out of patience, falling off
felt so lost
Staring at the clock
Counting down the days
Before it goes away
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
'Cause I used to get beat, with racin' car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin'
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world.
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire
Three figures come out from behind the cranes
Make across the train tracks
Climb aboard a Panamanian
running
And I'm feelin' like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
'Cause you know I gotta win every day
trust (trust)
Daddy, daddy drinking that Vodka and Rum (rum)
Guzzling down that One Fifty One (One!)
Churchless people are running too (Two!)
of the Caribbean marathon
Have you seen those things?
Oh yeah, yeah, those are, those are great
Well, I checked out the track and I loved it
And I wrote you this
, door
I saw the coming, coming into the void
And I was drunk with the love of the fire
Was a knock down, drag out, never fail me boots
I was kicking
the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf?)
Watch out, I'm the big bad wolf
(Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?) Yeah, yeah, come on man break it on down
Uh,
[Yella]
Yo this is Yella
as we wine down to the final song
I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga E
I know he wanted this track on his
I was born at midnight
I was up running by dawn
Ain't nobody can stop me now
'Cause I was out the door and gone
Everybody knows you better
Try
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