Lyrics:
a few Ms in his life, it's
A couple things I still gotta figure out
Word to 2 Chainz, I spent a big amount
Of all my spare time registerin' with
all bought my new album
I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it
Everybody in Jersey bought it
Everybody in uptown bought it
Eveerybody in
think they can't be outdone
Well put your thoughts together and put out a decent album
The outcome
You out son
Shut up and live it out dumb
Got 5
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
spends to set a trend
The good 90s are on the bend
Our lives by minimum end
Idle like a winning man
The gang ends in a man den with the rose kings
Flow
Blood in the streets blood in the water
Blood coming out of the chest of your son's and daughter's
We living in a time of genocide and violence
Applied by
every year in south Asia
STOP!
Keep talking, keep talking, keep talking
MADNESS!
An estimated 2 million children have been killed in armed conflicts
Bongo Boy Recordsu0027 harmonious songwriting team began their careers in the historical city of Elmira,
New York, where they were vocalists in
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
Shout
"I was hoping that somebody
Would say that, um
'Shout' was the single for '84
In the sense that there have been
There were so many protest
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
right true
I fell that is only right
That I live the life of rally
I done did knives in alleys, pipes, in rallies
What you do now?
Now I catch
In the drop-top Jag', how many niggas wanna be me?
Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
'Cause
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
stop you from living your life
To strive
Whilst I live in no fear in this universe
There's no need for so much concern (No need)
Cause once you got god
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
to be humble
When I do the breaststroke through an underground tunnel
And come up on the other side in a Jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with
battered and ridden
Rappers are powerless victims
With every album diminished
Quarters in our percentage
With every check that is written, there's a consent
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
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