Lyrics:
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
Get on your feet
Get on your feet
Get up and make
my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side, livin' the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
She hits snooze
Not one, not two
but three times
and that’s fine
by me
Cause I could lay
Right here all day
Just watching
Her talk in
Her sleep
bail slow up in the club
remember when they push & shove
it's only love
Dubs for everybody waitin' on us
and fuck everybody hatin' on us
rolls a gold Cherokee nothin' like a Seville
And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real
So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands
Never back down
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Je garde l'espoir rebi m3aya toujours
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I want to see you crawl
As I drive by in my big black car
With police outriders
And a hundred guards
Looking drop dead gorgeous
Dressed up
go back to school
And see the dead laugh again
Let's get dressed up and pull
The only benefit of drinking
The downside of what we take
Some weekends I
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Her first years three to six,
Playin' house and pick up sticks,
With little Jimmy todd ,the boy next door.
In the first and second grade
Her X
to TECH N9NE
Everybody want to be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money
Thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club
Giving the love
Supersonic engine
You're catching eyes, including mine
We're dressed to the nines
Once a year, I'm glad I'm here
Light up the room
Won't you dance with me,
Here's my advice to all amateurs planning to give a performance
Speak up, and keep the act moving
Servin' the role, a sole step-child
Talk
Aphilliates nigga, pay attention, biatch (Money, Young Money)
Shouts out Rockaway Boulevard (huh) (uh-huh)
Southside Jamaica, Queens, what up? (Go)
One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hangin' on the dope spot slangin' they keys
Four lil, five lil, six lil cops
Leanin' in the cut, 'bout to get popped
nine
Marching up in a long
straight line
And they all went into the ark,
for to get out of the rain
The animals went in ten by ten,
hurrah! hurrah!
can't be replaced
That runaround freedom summer eighty-nine
Spinnin' that bottle on a lot of first times
It was all summed up on a Memorex mixtape
him 'cause he's too tired to beg
He's got 9 brothers and sisters
they're brought up on their knees
it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you
on me!"
The judge smiled as he picked up his pen
"Ninety-nine years in the Folsom State Pen"
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget
News flash pon CVM 10 man shot today, 3 PM
By di time di police reach
A madden dem gone, not kph
All di dog seh time so rough
Di rob wid di killing
Hahaha...
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black.
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in
that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
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