Lyrics:
thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?
Well, it must be close
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
on tight jeans
Should have been Kahlua or ice cream
My pipe dream's long as the fight scenes in The Matrix
Scorpio rising, sex fiend by nature
Try
thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?
Well, it must be close
gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene
the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long
Before the sirens intervene,
thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?
Well, it must be close
To the gas pump fools
Then he's home at last
No more goodwrench scene
And he scrubs his hands
Till they're surgeon clean
Takes a long hot shower
Some cologne
live through the boulevard night
Get ready for problems, get ready for pain
If you wanna play the L.A. game
Where you got to hustle and nothing is
to live through the boulevard night
Get ready for problems, get ready for pain
If you want to play the L.A. game
Where you got to hustle and nothing is
If I were the betting kind I bet you thought the easy life
Was the one you thought you'd live by
And all you had to do was decide
A swimming pool
If I were the betting kind I bet you thought the easy life
Was the one you thought you'd live by
And all you had to do was decide
A swimming pool
to the beat
I love the way your body's moving when it's grindin' on me
We got the drinks by the dozen and nobody's coming
I don't care all I want is your lovin'
I'm still searching for that scene
I dreamed of in the suburbs
Listening to records of a past already dead
Because where do you go when you want
walk around tryin to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
this forest is insane
only dead trees live
to tell no tales
skin scenes unveiled
innards now, the means to ends
flesh and blood,
just trash to spend
it hell for a hustler
This is how we ride
Not knowing if we'll live or die
Catch me rolling with my motherfucking guns on the side
In case
I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be
Awaking the shade and shadowed under towering trees
Admiring the scene, inhaling fumes
Living in this fever dream, nothing can be what it seems
Life is hell, reality feels like a movie scene
Cause I'm living in this fever dream, nothing
Rogers they were dead*
Two brave hearts loved by millions
For great deeds they had done
Shall never be forgotten
As long as time shall run
*You both live
thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?
Well, it must be close
wants
It takes a hard man to hold her, she likes to get a little out of line
[Chorus]
She waits by the window, the world is her stage
Each smile
cleared, I see my man was dead
And the cops on the corner
Then a muthafucka fled the scene
It's gotta be a dream yo I'm buggin'
I stood up the scene
Lookin'
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