Lyrics:
for death
But his life was saved, a heavy debt to pay
Take on the black sword, follow the prophecy
Worlds were encountered in a clairvoyant's dream
"Demon" in blood
On the titties, no remorse for life
He wild for the night, son, gun and knife
Living trife reckless, hang a man by his necklace
Then mail
Another day, another hotel, the inside of it's nice though
Oh well, this is my life so as I go and try to close for the nights show
See how far
kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin
kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin
Leave the spot bathed and kissed
By angels we made for this
Hip Hop we made of this
I don't want to have to say this shit
Again we made for this
strong enough for a man, but made for a woman
Hey you! Where do you think you're goin'?
Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns blowin'
Havin' a good
Men who know what it means to be looked up to by a griny faced kid
Men who want to sign autograph books and not deal under the table
Men who are
i did
I didn't play myself kid
I respected my faans
And made the high bid
Sometimes I write my rhymes
At night and fall asleep
Wake up with new
on by the whole world)
You tie my hands (as a refugee)
What am I suppose to see? (So accept my emotion)
What have I done so bad? (Do not take it
on they first case?
My niggaz
[Chorus]
[Trick Daddy]
I'm doin' this one for the
Kids in the streets
Who ain't missed a beat
Do it for the
Deaf
man, then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
at camp as long as we're on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. We're still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We
born for this
I was born for this
We were
We were made for this
We are the kids from the future
The men from the past
And we see this present with brand
man, then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
Walkin' in the winter wonderland
Gone away is the blue bird
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song, as we
mixtape plans because they seein' how we movin'
And all they say is this
But they ain't sayin' shit
They talk reckless when I do not work for them
They
Nine in the mornin' feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin' cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin' through the alley I made my escape
escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for her to be smoked
Then I
just for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are
Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania
bit by a goat (yeah)
I used to dream as a kid I would grow (baa)
To be one, I hope that I inspire hope (for what?)
For you to go get what you desire
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
trick
I'll make it quick
Are my intentions obvious?
Bad party trick
You're over it
There's something here you won't admit
The tone was set when he made
your magic tricks
Thank you for a week of unforgettable
You are unforgettable
We didn't care about how they saw us
Just two kids running around
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