Lyrics:
This is a war we live
And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn
And we're all wrapped up in fatigues
And they wear us out, wear us out
There is
glad we had done it)
(She said it was great, she said she's glad we had done it)
Ridin in a car with T-Nyne, Slim Dog and Darren
We stopped at a red
the dirt, too demonic for the church
I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
This is ghetto gossip while I work
Live from
to stand up and just
Fight for what you believe in
I don't call it violence
I just call it self-defense
Call it black intelligence brought
To by the people
Something that I haven't had in years
Temporariy moved in with her
Thought less and less about you
Still, to be in the attic of my brain
Loved her very much
going out altogether
Oh, I live by my mirror and stare in my eyes
Trying to make out who I see there
But I'm looking at a woman that I can't
The Breaking
Walt
Walt
Every name
Previously named
Was maimed
By Schlerb
And they died
Schlerb Screams
Schlerb got spot
By a rival cop
Pulled out his Glock
He
the life we in needs change till then we hustle in this black rain
[Young Noble]
Yo...aint no way out the hood
can't stay out the hood
hustle hard
shit, we blick them down like John Lennon
They see me creeping in the black car, they know I'm the villain
Not going down, would rather die before I go
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
for me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for
cousins (ayy)
Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' (blrrrd, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky
Sung by Mr. Black in an attic somewhere in suburbia
When a solution comes,
It's gonna breathe right down on everyone.
When a solution comes
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
Rose McGowan
Rebecca Gayheart, and Julia Beans?
Whoever that is!
And it was directed by Darren Stein
Rest in peace Ermintrude
And I love J. Crew
And Judy
making this breathtaking shit out of the
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater
all
Learning to fly, letting go of it all
I'm gonna live
Like tomorrow never comes
There's no end in sight
Tonight we black out the sun
Better
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Lurking in the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, with a axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks
for me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Black by popular demand
The nigga with the most weed
The nigga with them bars (real shit nigga)
Reggie Noble
at a loss style, got no cause to smile
I toss that ass all across, kinda like a foster child
[Mr. Metaphor]
It's Mr. Metaphor, everybody gather round
Live in
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