Lyrics:
else? Nothing to prove
In a moment's hesitation
Misplaced the words, What should I do?
Take it further all for nothing
Lost track of time, Lost track
Nothing Can Stop You Now
by Rick Moore
the switch on a petty bitch
Wasting my time on some stupid shit
Act like a child, a stupid kid
Always complain but won't do nothing
Now I gotta end it
the railroad tracks
She never once looked back
She went out for cigarettes
And just kept driving on
He didn't even know it yet
Bur she's gone
As far away as she
the street to the corner store
And by store I mean the pickup in the parking lot run by a dude and his little four
Kids they weren't his but to him it was
what I do best
Regarding Miami boyz
You know who daddy is right?
Jump in on the track
And let the whole world know
What it means to be a 305
Let
playing with desire
Don't come running to my place
When it burns like fire, boy
Sweet about me
Nothing sweet about me, yeah
Sweet about me
Nothing
flaunt
All the stuff you need to feel at home
I plan on taking from it nothing
But then again there's you
Abby she's got to wait
Until she gets you
whoever's next
Plus it's over, it's done, it's a fucking wreck
And honestly, you ain't have nothing left
Take your ass home and fucking practice
Take your
as a matter of fact, but I feel you stalking.
Another day goes by, another crime.
You'd have your way again.
And you've nothing to say - that's the way it
(Prodigy):
Eh yo
Peace to our way of life
Hats off to all the trife
Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives
Specially for stacks
the break, we sail for blood
A seed that was planted in soil now barren
Was ripped by the roots
Now we must away on malicious bearings
To ensure it fruits
How did I sleep through a kidnapping?
How'd I trust a band who'd leave me one by one?
I only wanted the spark
I only wanted your hearts
It's hard
authentic
It keeps them suckas jockin' so my windows stay tinted
I meant it when I said "I will pimp til I die"
Makin' them bitches cry
And nigga, don't
back
We're on the attack, staying on track
No fears to inhibit, we're in it to win it
High energy is where it's at, no fucks given
Pushing
And almost got caught by a passing cop car
The inmate said probably the motive was robbery
And knowing if he keeping it a secret, it bothers me
He said
how to feel
I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade
Family vacas, you know I did it all
Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
My great
when the clout evaporates
Now they ravenous, the overdosers are just moldered by the decomposers
Then it's over, it's the closure
That's that LCA, life
again,
Free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe,
Leaving nothing fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.
It's far too late to turn, unless it's
watch as it gets shorter
Set to rewind
Watch the playback
Hoping to find
The old mind track
Like the bottles
Of our fine wine
Nothing is old
When you’re
careless
Rhyme revolves around modes of mindless
If everyone spoke of stick-up, it's pick of a Beast'
Prone to a lick of a waste
Taste the flav'
playing with desire
Don't come running to my place
When it burns like fire, boy
Sweet about me
Nothing sweet about me, yeah
Sweet about me
Nothing
to keep it quiet
Grip a grip and cock it back resort to violence
Try me bitch
Eight thousand streams
I got tracks piling from the ceiling to the roof
Me
the corner?
We are not all just weak and powerless slaves
By coming back here I'll make you surely regret it
There's no way you'll win, so I'll give you
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