Lyrics:
Thinkin' back in time when love was only in the mind
I realize
Ain't no second chance you got to hold on to romance
Don't let it slide
There's
without a rifle by my side
I can't get no second chance they want my life
I'm on your side, I let you draw the line
We move in silence, we just need space
even taking what's not mine like I'm shopping lifting
Mind on my money money on my mind
24/7 You know I'm on my grind
Look at your watch you on my time
be the method of mind control
Niggas sell their souls
And they still ain't got enough money just to pay for their sins
Suddenly I'm trapped! sometimes
the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I
(possibly meaning I Came)Sna Ma-hi (Tinkling Water)Hda In-yan-ka (Rattling Water)He-pan (Second born child, this was given to the second boy)Tun-kan' I-ca'hda
You got something on your mind nigga?
Say dat then
Well let me say it without worrying if my label OK it
When Weapon Waist wildin' out, man give him
engineers and lessons
Cops ask questions by the gate no telling
Born to be felons
And I heard that you got out of jail
Clean off the money from all your
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
daddy spoil
Tega just threw a word Dee Wayne Dey with me by seven
Forget church packaging all man still wan go the heaven
But you see these girls, go Dey
Would I Do Without You (2x)
[Master P]
Lookin' With The Homies
Remenising Bout The Old Days
Cookin' Dinner In Your Kitchen
Listenin'
Two four seven I be steering at my phone, looking at your picture babe, tells how much I love you babe
Wow wow wow
Every single second with you is
songs off station to station
And Alderaan's not far away
It's Californication
Born and raised by those who praise control of population
Well,
I like to teach the world to be
A dope man just like me
I like to front the world some coke
And let them sell for me
Born in the ghetto
mind, my outer beauty
You ain't got the right to control everything
This one's for ALL the ladies
Even if you were born differently
You've got all
Rights, disappearing by the hour, Democrats will devour
The Fifth Amendment, the second, and the first
These Dems have a power thirst and guaranteed
to rely Cuz her mom never replies Unless its time to babysit Ao she can get high
Why not die but first try
You too good to just get by
Every second that you
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
a walking dead
Chapter 2
My body is tired
Life ends without tasting it
My lost breath startles me
And my face is cold
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
The days are
what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back
Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner
And you aim 7 5 till your victim is a goner
But
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
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