Lyrics:
live life to the fullest
But draggin me to church, seven days a week
Couldn’t keep me off the streets, with the evil that I wreak ya see
My tongue was
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
can live through eternity
Killin' at night and watching victims in the daylight
A demon on the rise, and I'm snatchin' your fuckin' life
Been shot
keep the heat in my pants, uh
Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life
life is full of hardships, pimp slaps, and sorrow
Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do
Make sure what you believe is real and true
Fuck
that's by my side
So hop in the whip, girl lets take a ride
Said she wanna come to the Southside
Said she wanna come live her best life
Baby girl you know
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
the whole fucking night
I ain't wear ties girl I like when you lie
And look me in my eyes
God damn I'm high
I just took the flight to Dubai with my crew by
the present, the future
You'se a loser cause these bitch MC's
Is what ya used to
I'll do ya, no I'm doing ya, pursuing ya
Putting two in ya booyaka, booyaka
MC's
origami
It's Robert E.O to help answer the question
NEXT
Na na na. Brotha what's poppin
I'm dunking on suckas dove fly when I drop in
Ya man clean
They see
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
We've lived this life forever
in an endless paradise
but something wicked this way comes
They came in shrieking
revolutionary cries
with malice
a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison
passion is money, a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not
out your kids
This is no place for you
Or other weak men to live
You won't last long
You got about a week to live
Ya boy so cold
About cold as it
this prejudice has got to go
Life is moving fast it need to slow down
Come and see me when I am in yo town
Practice what we preach before it go down
weed spots, the two hot Glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty
lyrics, all at one time
Don't put all your eggs into one basket
I'll murder your whole crew
One by one and put them all in one casket
Them one-away
the real life Freddy Krueger
King of my dreams like my name Martin Luther
Me and my crew got dat muhfuckin JUICE
2 Pac up on rooftops back in '92
Walk it,
taking your life.
Chrome hearted shades,
You can't look in my eyes.
And I'm groovy - too groovy
Might fuck on a dyke.
This a raptor,
Two fifty,
Pop wheelie
You ain't real if you ain't took nothin'
One time my niggas off in Brooklyn
Shout my niggas in California
Where your enemies, they be on ya
One
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
even hug ya pops, he ain't home
He's in a 6x5 losing his soul
You know he's in his head alone
I hope he built an arch and finds his way home and yo...
My
is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu
Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew
Now we do, party 'til the sky turn blue
Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon'
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