Lyrics:
the cold mob
'Cause these roots can't be lifted
Can't change, rearrange, be shifted
To suit your own liquid
Conscience too few to dilute
It's all true, this
all the woes calling.
Pumped up in there all this
Could add some extra mountain,
Money ain't a living, man,
Money ain't a closing.
Bitch, I can't
the Codiene and rent
U only live once u so u know how I’m living
This game ain’t a joke it’s a gamble like really
I’m going all in ain’t got time for no limits
and you all looking like a mess up
Seem like your living stressful
It must be getting hard
You can't run away from your problems
Used to think you would
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
I'm living a blessing
It's gon be a wonderful year
I been working
This shit bout to go up
By the time that you hear this
We already there
Heard they
the crew
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it's
homie
This shit feels like it's racially charged
But I can't say that today without being canceled by y'all
I can't say that shit today, otherwise next
gon' eat
Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's supposed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's
to be a vortex, like a big mouth, attracting everything into its centre, a black hole. As they approached, the flight speed was tremendously increased by
Worrying bout how I'm living
Me, I'm my competition
Me hit me on a mission me, I gotta get me
So I'ma make me be consistent
Fuck it, I'm all in
Ain't
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
to rock right now)
[Fresh Prince]
You want to rock, Jeff lets do it a little somethin like this
From the heart of West Philly, came my man named Jazz
Konje this is the last song
Yah neh
What a journey it has been
I wanted to close this with a rap song man
But now that I cannot rap
Wanted
my mind these days
You can't make it if you
Ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street living
Throughout the beef I've accumulated many
Slugs
legit
Free like O.J. All day
You can't stop me
You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker
Manute, Pain, Syke, Cochran, Mopreme
It's sad dog
Tell me how you living, Big Man
Chasing all this money, man
You can't even sleep at night
Trying to maintain the life
Next to a big light
Suicide door,
"enough"
Many times
I can't say everything in these rhymes
But I tell you
I paid the price
Rebirth through Earth
Got to break free
Got to be the best version
to the whites
I met this girl the other day
Found out she with the CIA
It broke my heart all I could say
I just wanna love you an you just wanna kill
First 48 her
from I'm Not Havin It
All I remember's an excuse me miss
You can't get a guy like me with a line like this
Well look I'll treat you good
My man
just comes with the territory of fast living
Don't let what you got
Make you think you can't have different
Hear it all but only half listen
Smart enough
put an image in the frame for
The lyrics that I've written on the page
The way I'm living isn't fake
Them man wanna G check me
But can't do it to my
Now the way devil got us is the way the devil want it
He try to hold us back and he overly floss it
This ain't even his land the Indians was here
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