Lyrics:
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
leave you motherfuckers critical (critical)
We heard the slick shit you said on fuckin' Too Short tape
But you only stomp your way into an early wake,
leave you motherfuckers critical (critical)
We heard the slick shit you said on fuckin' Too Short tape
But you only stomp your way into an early wake,
and tell
I'm protective of myself y'all don't see my shell
11th hour God we'll I'm almost there
Feeling like an episode of saved by the bell
Will I sing when
please don't undress in a rush
The ritual begins in the dusk
We'll make love in my chariot
My Queen your amazing and talented
To conceive my dreams as we
don't play wit my God
Don't play wit my God, He's Him
He's the one-Elohim
In the Son, we already won
Tell the demons run...this a warm-up, we just having
skippin' meals
And all that evergreen we were envisionin' the mil's
And just livin' in the hills
Now, life is rough, yeah, shit is really real
Love don
Feeling low, so low
I don't want to feel this way but there's
So much more
We could've explored
But I have no regrets and I'm
I'm so glad you got
Feeling low, so low
I don't want to feel this way but there's
So much more
We could've explored
But I have no regrets and I'm
I'm so glad you got
myself
When we in public, you act like an angel
But when we hit the room, you show me them angles
When your'e by my side
Don't that feel right?
Let's go
a faucet, I don't have to force it
You ain't heard
Im a man of my word
I told Shawty we could do the do an she gon get curved
Sorry momma, I keep it blunt
I keep on building these properties
Til I have a monopoly
Oh I heard you don't like me
But I'm Glad that you watchin me and you Hope that I flop
When
don't feel the same way
You don't ever listen to me we should have done it my way
You think they really fucking with you but they not
But they stay hating
the life we live middle finger to the sky
Painful memories I need to get high, this ain't the life I chose it's hard to get by
Uh I might cause a homocide
Planned it all out day by day
Snapshots of moments had changed my ways
Time blinded by our adolescence
We're restless instrumentalists
Cruisin' all alone
No
Angel on my shoulder
Told me let it be
Devil on my shoulder
Said revenge is sweet
Took her to the suite
She think we a thing
Play a Hoe like its
the mat
Fuckin with the Clover nigga have you under attack
[Chorus: x2]
Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own
by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma...)
Hey! wait a minute!
Hey this, this stuff...
I never seen one
up the bag
By any means ima get it right back
I get to popping these beans I might have a heart attack
Narcotics got a nigga feelin active
I ain in
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
I Looked up to the sky
I Heard a voice reply
"Save yourself, let go of all the hatred in your heart
It's time to look for peace and don't you think
skinned one
So if you're lookin' for me dog look up and try to find the sun
[Chorus: x2]
I'm in the air
High in the air
KC, Nesto!
Yeah, don
me my meds
These n***** 69 and they chatting, they talking to feds
I don’t wanna talk if it’s not about the bread
N**** you heard what I said huh
GTR
.JPG/222px-Arve_Moen_Bergset_med_Oslo_Filharmonien_(cropped).JPG "Arve Moen Bergset")
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