Lyrics:
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
night, darkness falls down upon us
We rise from the fog uncomparable to any other form of life
Together we ride by night, unidentified, unseen, unknown
catch us
I'm talkin' bout myself, and my murderous murder weapon
Down to the end till it's over, give me the last shot
Totally out of control, but what
son
If I could reach out an touch her she just get bucked
But I'm locked out stressed out mad as fuck
and I down want to wait
hook:(sang by Joya) 3x
I
The trouble is the nickname of my homie, psych
But fuck it I don't get it how to stop the time
It feel like that shit ain't passin but it's runnin by
(It's
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
Niggaz runnin they mouh, niggaz cessed you out
That's how it goes down
What happened to the days when we could hug a block
Flippin rocks and just get
(COME ON!)
2 LIVE IS HERE, COME ON! (HEYYYYY!)
EVERYBODY! (COME ON, COME ON!)
JUST GET ON DOWN! (JUST GET ON DOWN!)
LET'S GO! LET'S GO! (OW! OW!)
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the rents went up
It's gotten mad expensive
But we live with just enough
In the heights
I flip the lights and start my day
There are fights
Endless
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped the pastor, didn't know pops had asthma
Pulled out his blue bible, chains fell out his coat
3
in the corner (corner)
Sneaking out the back door
We really could be
Living young, wild and free
I left a note in the hallway (hallway)
By
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down
out the door like see ya
Yeah, she high with a Glock, call her Princess Leia
I come home from overtime,
I don't sleep, I stay up
I still do this shit
goin' 4 fo' 4
And blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and UGK
Front door, front row, slow it down ho
You know playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin'
locked out or held down or kicked around.
It's going out to all the white trash out there. All the wasted youth.
Everybody that ever felt like they never
touch down
She said I'm to much how
Do you know my naaaaaaaaaameee?
4 doors down I'm stressin out on love
I don't know how I got in this club
Pocket
lets roll one up- well I
Understand if your runnin' low- but if your holdin' out see you gotta go- I got no time for that
In the row row- no, no, no
'cause it's cursed
makin' money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle
town, you had me runnin' 'round actin' crazy
And had I known you'd treat me this way
We'd have to swing this drama-sode, another day, baby
This was
alright, cause I just help myself
You should know, cause I can't do nothin' else
And you better watch out for the day
When you lock me up and throw that
went
Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement
Grew up broke as fuck, rich folks was adjacent
Maryland, starin' out the window for
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