Lyrics:
Right ya now Mr Jerry at go set tings straight
No MC test Jerry in a ate!
So listen dem ya styles I man originate
First of all me wan you know me
years I kept y'all standing in line
Loving the way I shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other
Well easy don't worry all you life away
You saying a lot of prayers to the devil I say, I say
Jah live, Jah live
So then me go so then
Don't
The every day family man
He works hard to pay the mortgage and the taxes
And there's lots of things that he don't understands
While we spend millions
program
Donald-D is who I am, damn
Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk
'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc
Styles and lyrics
know Santa Claus is comin' to town
In the days I work my day job, in the nights I work my night
But it all comes down to workin' man's pay
Gettin'
the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss with my man, toil for my kids
Sweat till I'm wrinkled
Music & Lyrics by Suzanne Vega
one thing I know
this pain will go
step through all that's left to feel
I wait to meet my love made real
Right over there man ask him man ask him
"Where are y'all from?"
We from the west O X to be exact
Lyric arrest your pack with flows to drop
all the Fast & Furious trucks
See, everyday I put in work and my salary grows
So excuse me I'm not caught up on reality shows
See the Bridges Family
to blowin'
All day out in that hot sun with no reward for any work he'll do
And then he'll come back in the evening
And dreams a lot of dreams that can't
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on the fence but it don't work
Keep comin' up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love
the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss with my man, toil for my kids
Sweat till I'm wrinkled
Schizophrenic money getting lyric spitting lunatic
Schizophrenic money getting lyric spitting lunatic
Words of mad man mind of a hustler
Words of mad
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Man I lost my mind the day they took lil bro away
I’m tryna stack up all my chettah for a rainy day
I had fell out with my
Getting jaded
Butterfingers
Day by day
Diggin' deep, deep shores
Mating Season
Of reality
Up in
lyrics
The clouds hiding from the sun
There goes
the sun for the man like a dog all day.
Work on Elijah, work on.
Poor Elijah.
Poor Elijah.
Poor Elijah.
Poor Elijah.
A MUST, SUH WI NAH STOP PUT IN THE WORK TILL WI MEK IT YUH UNDERSTAND
CORUS
A PSALMS MAN A READ PAN HARD DAYS MI LIFE
the booth when I'm losing it on days
When it's too right I be rippin' the mic every day and every night a nigga won't lay
Down for no one, towns to go fun
"Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day"
Then we'll have to look for you and chop you all up
So when you see me in the street just keep your mouth shut
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not
to go
Searching all over town
He treats me nice and
He loves me every day
I`ll tell the world
That I`m proud to say
My man is a sweet man
My
Daddy Nitro: (Talk)
Now hear dis!
All bad man what dey a know
The original bad man dey a know, seen?
Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon the ??man
Come
Puller of people, controller of crowds
Lingering lyrics all lasting and loud
Left y'all, ah to the left y'all
Because I rock upon the mike real def
I'm scared
That one day
All my lyrics would make sense
I confess
I'm a mess
Writing songs to blindly express
Please don't ask
Please don't ask
I just
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