Lyrics:
times make a true friend afraid to ask for currency (oh whoa, yeah)
But you could run to me when you need and I'll never leave
Honestly, someone
And I just lost a best
Friend for the second time
Now I'm on a quest to find peace
Still gotta carry my piece and
"Soo Woo!" when it's reppin' time
Y'all
after the NBA signed Kobe
And he about to retire
So if anybody see "Don" Imus
Make sure you tell him I ain't lost it yet
Somebody tell Tom Silverman
a ride for free
Kids who Jones away the lines - Cop poured out my jug of wine
Friends that never seem to call - Freaks that call out of the walls
Boss
brothers and sisters
(I'm from the ghetto)
Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones
(Lord knows, I was on the run confused)
DipSet forever
(Shit)
We're
the streets
It's about the music (oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
Forever
DJ Drama (ooh)
Y'all ready? (Cannon)
Oh, the life that we live, oh
Mmm, these streets
lives with you
Just open your closet
Let the demons fill the room
I know it's true, friends of my bedroom
I know that you make me who I am
I know it's
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
Varnie, Paul Bouchon, Ron Cerrito
Jessica Savage, Tom Smith
Matt Dixon and Phil McDonald
Rhythm roots allstars thanks:
Our family and friends, Christine
(Khemics)
Being up being up
Ima love that
Ima live it up in the back of a Maybach
Get some Tom Fords
Not no fuck ass Ray Bans
Live it right
One
(Just for talking that shit)
Rich rap scholars
(Cause we talking that shit)
While we plan to live forever
(Always talking that shit)
You need to get your
off like a target
Gettin beat down by an mc shartin
Now labels sellin your album in major markets
But nobodies bought it
You lost it when you thought
blinded by mental, you helped me
Stopped me from suicide, hanging from the tree
Without you, I wouldn’t live today
Without you I would have passed the gray
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother,
subscribe to any particular economic theory
Harooooooold where you wanna go?
Harooooooold will you bring your bowl?
Harold lives by my window, and sometimes
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
boss everyday
I'm some low life drug addict, I miss my wife
I have no friends, I cope by messing around with knives
I cope by smoking weed, I cope by
that I'll never learn to live
With what you call "alternative"
All your unplugged albums and charity projects
And bands named for inanimate objects
doo-dah like Zippity
Comin' in hot with the quippity
Cousin of Skips while I live to infinity
Racing to Earth and embracing absurdity
Full with the Jones
Everybody jump around
Adolescents
Emma got a dilemma
Told my friend, Ben set an example
She got two best friends, I'm one
One V1, I'm done with
many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic
close associates and friends
You know, sneak it in with they friends at the job
Happy hour at the bar while this song is in they car
And even if
SUPERCHARGED by Kwanza Jones
Ay Ay, a Merry Christmas y'all
Ay Ay, listen
I moved here quite a while ago
Chasing dreams, but I'm alone
I've made
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