Lyrics:
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city,
(Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
dogs (uh), this is for my dogs (uh)
Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog)
From then 'til now, don't ask me how
Know that we gon' roll like
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck? (Woah)
Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I'm
the motherfuckas that passed too early
All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime
Real motherfuckin' Gz, this one is for you
Yo stretch, biggie
Yo
you
You down with it, wood brown, cinnamon for you
Yeah, you don't live for this life, girl, I know (I know)
But this is the life I know (yeah, yeah,
or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards be runnin', too
Magic, I'd like to send this one out to the partner
Pepa MC, magic, and her first born, whatever it may be, magic
Yo Spin, once again help me get
been touched by man
The poison floatin' out to sea
Now threatens life on land
Don't go near the water
Ain't it sad
What's happened to the water
the day I die)
I know y'all know this is Thug Life, baby (live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
Y'all got me under surveillance, huh?
yawning
It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning
Barry Gibb wrote this song
would be most rewarded to consider this
Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance
Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is
and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin' down
You may find yourself going underground
When they see that this life is upon us
We would see
taught ET to never come around
When I’m drunk sitting on my couch
I’m just a mean green drunk grouch
Powered by that triple X beer
I’m the drunkest
or the cream
Or else, yo' life is on the shelf
We mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin' wit' put bombs in yo' moms gas tank
Let's get this money baby
They shady,
The magic of your kiss is holding you like this is ecstasy? ( ecstasy?)
The love that you have given makes this life I?m livin? ecstasy? ( ecstasy?)
even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, Rza! hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my
a prize
Wins a minute to add to his life
But the sickness is drowned by cries for more
Pray to God, make it quick, watch him fall
This is the way,
A stormy summer
Is rolling closer
Lighting up this holy smoker
And if this drinking
Could ease the thinking
I toast to my home truth with this glass
more to shine
Many tears ago, I've learned too well, love
What it means to bear a heavy load
I found out just what is meant by sorrow
Many tears ago
proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental
Yeah, y'all nigaas finished yo
Is y'all niggas finished
Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all
Come on, let's toast the champagne, this one's for the life
Did everything you could, to be here for the night
Man it feels good, everything is right
Concrete and cars are their own prison bars
Like this life I'm living in
But the plane brought me farther
I'm surrounded by water
And I'm not going back
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