Lyrics:
Moral
Noun
A rule you live by even if no one's around
Moral
Oh, adjective
Having a soul to balance one's words and deeds
And living by one's
sinner out Oh no, have mercy on my soul 'Cause he's buried in the back near the tracks By a ï¬Âeld of corn rows Everybody's askin' all over town If
for me
So you when hear this song
You should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout nothing more than life
What else these
at you and I knew we were sealed
By a fate that has ways of providing
Yes, sometimes you get there in spite of the route
Losing track of your life
crates up
I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm
And we're what's happening in rap entertainment
Me and Shady, far as competition, faggot, there
get a check?
What's the position you hold?
Can you really match the Neptunes
Check by check if "H to the Izzo" is the
Only single that went gold?
If
without the tops, nigga
[Chorus] (Puff Daddy)
Try to see if you see what I see
Give my game & spit my G
When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm
walk by the railroad track
Hambone
Hambone, hambone
Have you heard?
Papa's gonna buy me a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
up like business men
Assassins creed no assassins no creed
If I don't got it I can make it work
Chase the bag put momma first
Everynight I got
Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets
how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul
off a half
Pullin capers with cousin snoop, kurrupt and young daz
In for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track we can all get
bundle of money
Each off a half
Pullin capers with cousin Snoop
Kurrupt and young Daz in for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track
together
Yeah suture get a couple whips, yeah Kunta
Schoolboy, but gangsta was his tutors
Say the money be the root of evil
Look around and see what it do
little old shack
A sittin' down there by the railroad track
Was plenty good enough for me and Joshua
Joshua Joshua why you're just what I been looking for
track of the score
'Cause if you caused damages to all of your challenges I would lose track of them all
I would lose track of them all
I would lose
to the sound of the bells ring
Baby it's cash goin on like ching ching
Get up, get out, and get some
You see what i'm doin, bustin on tracks to keep you
with Wesyde in the dice game
I might change for the right change, but I doubt it
See, we live by a creed, and I'mma stay about it
a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay
don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need and you keep the rest
But they should never have taken the very best
The night they drove
out
And I’m going to change the name, like I
Want to perfect this moment some more well
I think it’s just if you’re a
Perfectionist, that’s just what
so fuck a rhyme if ya feel
What I want for tacs
Watch ya back, nigga, 'cause we ain't quitter
Thoro Headz motherfucker
Big Malcolm, motherfucker indo
orientation?
Measuring up to someone's 'norm'
What does it matter?
Everyone's a star
Just let them shine the way they are.
Don't judge the contents by
merely
Freak by choice, not force, I would never be
Charged with a rape, if she say no, I'ma let her be
Why should I let that worry me?
Too many
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