Lyrics:
to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
see the urgency, that really worries me
The problem is that we think, naturally, we have time but you'll find
Anything can happen, don't take it for
to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I
I've made love to you a thousand times,
Even if it's only in my mind
I've made love to you a thousand ways
For a thousand nights and a thousand
time
Singing some songs, writing some rhymes
Cool, what is the first song? How does it go
It's really simple; it's about cereal
And how I thought I'd get
WhoLetKarLitoOutTheCage
Donald trump where my money at I need my thousand
(I tell I need it)
Where the fuck my thousand
My mother fucking thousand
You have told
A thousand lies
Been forgiven
Thousand times
Confession in your lines
Now your life is mine (um)
Based on the evidence
Gathered by
a thousand ways to die
I don't care where you at, I just need you by my side
Everyday without you is like a thousand ways to die
A thousand ways to die Yo
thousand hours, and I put it all in my craft
I look around at who doubted me, I see em all in the stands
Round for round, I’ve been going at for
aaah shit, well I guess that about
says it
Maybe I'll craft the sycamore canoe and paddle upstream
Where the luck seems to reflect precious lovely
friend
We don't even need a room, gimme head up in my Benz
Where my double cup, time to pour it up
Got a bitch so bad you can't afford to fuck
Bounce it
of trees
Stop measuring the time
Hear birds sing
The wind is stronger but real
See?
Time is slower now
It doesn't matter who is alive tomorrow
Our souls
like fountain
It's weighin' me down could you lend me a hand
The way that I'm countin' these millions and thousands
Money is time so I'm wearin' a band
colony!
Tom: That would be gross
You tried that in our bus one time
Mark: I tried to start our own
Nudist colony one time in our
Bus and it was pretty much
FRANCIS
Thank you, brother. Or sister. Where was I?
REG
I thought you'd finished.
FRANCIS
Oh, did I? Right.
REG
Furthermore, it is the birthright
the morning sky
What only matters to my eyes, is to feel alive
When you're by my side
One shot to make it right
On the clock, rings our one time
I feel you
a thousand times
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
And live a life the way it's meant to be
One day
What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know
"Shut your mouth," said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it's
on a spliff off your high grade
My eyes are red, I been burnin', I been burnin', burn
Now where I come from burnin' weed, it is a habit
A big fat bag
the rich this is a class war
Write I will obey 1000 Times on the blackboard
Eat SH or eat the rich this is a class war
Write I will obey 1000 Times
basement
About damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages
I was made to slay them
Ten thousand hours I'm so damn close I can taste it
basement
About damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages
I was made to slay them
Ten thousand hours I'm so damn close I can taste it
sport where only the most talented succeed
If you run faster than the others fame is guaranteed
Music now is about fitting into pop culture
It's
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