Lyrics:
Them by the real name
Soop sucker, some male MCs
In full effect, I'm pulling all of these
But when I'm on the mic
You know I do things right
I'm in house
things
So we bought a house
We took the game into overtime
Ain't no timing out
So we both workin overtime
Evenings, weekends
Even in the worst times we
and something just ain't right
So you're running around thinking life is a fight
And you can't get past all the shit that you done
But look baby girl, you're not
say goodbye
Wanna get a house
Wanna get a fam
Wanna get a wife
Wanna see the light
Born to do this shit
So wanna do it right
And once I win the fight
they thinking I'm Arab
So, I hustle hard to build my empire, I don't want no lion dynasty
I did what I did so my wife and kids could live and have
survive, you're very strong son
Those white men are coming back son
They want to take all that we have son
But one day we'll take it back son
So chest out
purpose
I am blessed because I have a supportive friend
I am blessed because I have a strong mind and body
I am blessed because I am surrounded by beauty
Snort your crack lines
I live by my guys (gang)
flying to the moon (high, high)
Hope you fly high (die, die)
Kicked out of your house (what)
Dirty skullet
Damn, my brand new Benz
Thinkin' 'bout my so called friends
And why should I make amends when they crossed the nina and sin
Again and again
the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack
Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap
Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back
So I
What, so now I text your phone and get no reply…
Would you recognise me from a passer by?
Sat up in my room still asking, why?
All the energies
and mashed to the mountains
Stabbed by the pious and bashed by the bias
But keep coming back more strong
Oh mighty
Oh mighty, oh mighty
Oh mighty, oh mighty
by
Always seems to be
Something in the past
Won't let us last by
We we're together
Our love was very strong
Until you waited, brought
Up
so, shit maybe prolly
Feeling weird inside like somethings butterflying
Yeah, I'm nervous bout it
Overthinking bout it
Losing sleep about it
Thoughts
whatever they can reach to help them deal with their life
Some people wonder how it feels, to live with no aches
So they grab a razor blade and push it up
right now, I do declare
That I'm more than a gangster, mack
Pimp or a player
I swear I ain't never told on nobody
It started in '82 at a 'hood house party
Yester Years
A lonely bench, in a park so crowded
The autumn leaves, by and by they fall
A flicker in your desolate soul
As you stare down at your
Self-hate, self-harm
They Took they turn with me
But by grace I held on
Lemme tell the history
See I'm out of place like somethings wrong
With how I
what he say like he Simon
Live by his word so I live by his truth
Firm in his soil I'm I stable in roots
Smack em outta the park dude I'm feeling like
stealer, crime rhyme dealer
Rap king pin, L.A. big-wheeler
Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank, rob a bank
But now we steal shows the cops say
forced her
So she sacrificed, and all for what?
A little head or nut and bragging rights
Something that I made myself forget so I could pass the nights
a little crowded
See young's don't know what to do. Let me think about it
Yeah that ain't the case for a fool. It's Tri-City season. Everybody food
Young
So many times
Said it was forever
Said our love would always be true
Something in my heart always knew
I'd be lying here beside you
On my own
So many times
Said it was forever
Said our love would always be true
Something in my heart always knew
I'd be lying here beside you
On my own
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