Lyrics:
to a better life
Like John P Kee
A lot of love and R-E-Ciprocity
Where I will be
But i'll still defend my own
That's how it be
Until I D.I.E.
Into a New
life
Queensbridge streets at night even more trife
Hold me down son, never let sleep
Danger lurk
Niggas creep, doing they dirt never in peace
By my self
sweated by these under covers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We
Buchanan, respiratory failure was the key
Abe Lincoln, by an assassin's gunshot, R.I.P
It was a stroke that put Andrew Johnson into the ground
Ulysses Grant,
Wooo wooo! [in background]
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola
[Verse 1]
Mearle maire, club muchacho
long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla
Outside was
Position
Position
Gyal you raw like paper
Raw dan dovey mag
Pumpum fat so til it all a buss you pants
Wicked dan dorian
Me D to you P mek a collision
the same ways are insane
But its workin so Im straight
I been learning all my days
If you don't like it keeP yo distanxe or just fade away
If you fuck with
a tentar largar o full time
Job e lhe fazer um drive by
Pegar um whip yeah Kunta style slave
Desse filho da puta white
Toda a minha life tava à espera disto
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Yeah
My girl get in at 1:15 A.M. (yeah)
The guitar's crying right now
Just a couple things that's going on in my life, you know?
Yeah
Brim
put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here
I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I
never a bottom feeder
Nepotism was never in his favor
Lives life like a naxal
Interest include crude oil like dark shit
Parchment over paper, that's how
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
How Does It Feel?
Woo woo!
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola
Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent
Thought you could hack it, now you're requestin P
See you're fragile, it ain't hard to see
Niggas like that
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Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See I be what John
They'll Come Back To Life
It Never Ends
It Never Ends
No Matter How Hard I Try
To Find Peace of Mind
Go John Wick I'll Slaughter These Demons Tonight
By
"Slow Jamz
" holla at your man
Old school like Melle Mel
Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel
Or DC, PG, or ATL
Back in Chi, I mean my life like
then he cried when DJ Quik came
A day in the life of a playa name Free
When John Mayer told the world
He didn't CARE for me
But look at Obama in
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