Lyrics:
Big iron horses road across five yards bridge
And me and my grandpa we watched from the ridge
He knew all the trains, he'd call out each one
Where
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
a rock superstar
Live large, big house, five cars
Your in charge
Coming up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
{What?}
Tell me a joke (why did the chicken cross the road?)
{To get five dollars from her baby daddy!}
Eheheheh (hahahahahah) you got that? {eheheh}
We
along
Everybody wants a bite
Don't happen overnight
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin'
die for him
My road manager is drunk as hell at 5 p.m.
I get knocked down, they help me rise again
Ref 1 leave the game, I'm sayin' "Bye" with him
death
I have seen so much misery
Just wanna take an honest breath
Where we live
Where we live
Where we live
Where we live
A dead end road and a forest
Then I got 5 guys
My brother down the road
Got caught in the drive by
Whatever you gon die for
Hope you live by
The feds be watching my partna gotta
how the fuck did I end up in prison?
Fuckin' snitches
They got me crossed by my own side
I found him by his self
No drama, he alone died, nobody
I weigh ya girl then
Dropped the whole thang on the crib nigga
I'm turnt up look at how I live nigga
Trappin' ain't a hobby it's a skill nigga
Bad
your back
Hardscrabble woman lives down by the track
She's good with a saw and she's good with a wrench
Fixin' up her pick 'em up has always been
There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my hometown
Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it'll take you up or down
From rags on up
OPEN ROAD
V1
My heart longs for new adventure,
But it takes me far from home
You know I’ve always been a wander
But I can’t live this life
the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya feel me?
Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four
Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road
Body full
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
Don't put me in a box now
I'm by myself, yeah, I'm on lockdown
Sometimes you gotta find
What's wrong, yeah, what's right
It's been a long road
TO HELL
CHOICES MADE RUNNIN FOR YOUR LIFE
LIVE AND DIE WITH YOUR FORTY FIVE
LEAVE YOUR SOUL WHERE YOU FELL
ONLY ONE WAY OUT ON THE ROAD TO HELL
EVIL REIGNS
There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive, the road is called and it'll take you up or down
From rats on up
on the road
Now this is the life I chose to live
Stuck behind a desk, hidden by a pile of files
Suit and tied, in a conference room all day
I could never see
L-i-v-e e-v-i-l we all live evil life wealth power and greed
What is hell like open up ya eyes
And peep
L-i-v-e e-v-I-l-e
Realize real lies real eyes
forward through cellophane
Same thing again
Economics books & pens
Dad's grown his shame
Cumberland by the five points
Grown up I see
That we often tried
by a
Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself 'cause I don't want nobody's son on my back
My
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