Lyrics:
thang
Quick to cook and breakin' cane
Straight runnin' thangs around the way
Havin' his money man
A rider from the hood understood by many sets
With
that's life so enough about him
Same old shite with the tubes on a strike,
And I cant pedal in cos they teefed my bike
Again, suppose I got myself to blame
still put ya on the injured list
Still efficient we mobb deep so infamous
Isn't it interesting? We get belittled like middlemen
By other folks who didn't
Free and The Contrary Farmer
A Home in The Country, and Bound For Glory
Irish Folk Tales as told by Yeats
A Country Year, At Nature's Pace
The Grapes
tough luck
But I say fuck 'em and go for broke
'Cause in a toe to toe then you totally own 'em
I'd rather die happy and broke in an old folks home
Than
On solid ground
Confrontation everywhere
You turn your head
With no foundation
You'll be easily led
By all the wrong folks
For all the wrong reasons
Leave
iron cold
Shaped by the great smiths of old
Gear of war and treasures forged from ore
Cursed with the death of a lord
Mass destruction in the War
fuckin' snap in a minute bitch
I'm a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive,
Neighborhood hood, gully
Roll through 'cause it's cool to boost the spirit
For the folks young an' old an' infants can hear it
Love is knowin' the rap game is
and it's time to
Hit the town
Where do you go, you gotta rock it
The old folks say that ya gotta end your date
By ten
But if you're out on a date
Steady creepin, old folks peepin
It's cold in the chest, pass the heart smokin cess
Jackers peep the game I got nuts for the same
I want to kick
home from school
And Elizabeth Dark wasn't there
No river of raven zen hair
No Dark at the top of the stairs
[Chorus]
Sometimes I get out my old
cancer
Now she layin' up in a old folks home
When it seamed like yesterday she was home
A month later stroke poped up
Her brain cells gone
The last thing
Uh
The light-skin with the nice trim
400 spokes riding the stroll by the white folks
The rare bones get the bare Jones
If it's the caddy, it's
back
One thang I know fa sho
I'm going down in history for this one
Trae the motherfucking Truth
I'm pushing this bitch asshole By Nature
Now they hear
torn apart at the seams
Their parents are getting a divorce
They've got to live with one or the other
And they're too young to make the choice
Old folks
I'm more addictive than the strongest drug, or so I'm told
I've made a lot of enemies, I'll probably never see until I'm old
Giving this concoction
Dealin' wit hataz, snitchaz, and bitchaz, get they brains gone
Find a new home, you one life is gone
'cause I'm O-One, check the clock
And if these walls
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
When I was young and in my prime (in my prime!),
I left my home in caroline.
Now all I do is sit and pine, for all those folks I left behind.
I
the bottom of the
Class - What we call home
Everybody wanna know if the kid got a story
Old folks gimme just a little
When I give more
Started out with
on
Rise up and above the ground
Not back and not down
But anywhere
They say that home is where your heart is
It's not the place you started
My heart
25th
Verse 1
Man I love Christmas
Cars on the driveway
Everyone you love but haven’t seen up in the same place
Presents by the tree kids, trying
Aye Yeah
I swear you niggas too soft
How niggas saying you boss
My homeboy got the side of his face blew off
My nigga daughter got hit by a U-Haul
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