Lyrics:
for the ones who try, then whine and give up
Life is won by the strong, heads up when they're wrong
Who never quit believin', ballin' hard all day long
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
Pull up at the crib you won't see me at the party
In the stu all by myself cause I don't fuck with anybody
Not a day goes by where I'm ever feeling
pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking Phantom Ghost
This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 racks in my pocket, 60
more than anything
Don't test my devotion
My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we out smokin'
Chicago violence boostin' up but we just
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
don't care
I don't care what you say
(I don't care what you say)
We never played by the same rules anyway
(yeah)
I won't be there anymore, get out of my
poison
Sisters up in my hood trying to do good given choices
When pregnant drop out of school or have abortions
Stop working hoping that they find a man
one it's like a medieval upheaval, the regal
Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin' ate up by the seagulls
Now you out for the season, J-Ro
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
(Tuesday, Tuesday)
Matter a fact it's doomsday
I don't give a fuck goes two ways
And death can go two ways
She sees it all, she wants shore
I want it all
up and he goes, ""Oh yeah, I don't go that high."" I go, ""No, bro, that's my line to you."" I say, ""I don't go that high so I called you."" Can
Just just just touch the sky
And don't give up till you die don't give up till you die homie
Even if it's your last try
Just just touch the sky
another rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin shit up like never before
Pimp slaps, makin snaps
Cold cash money
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
That goes away when we dance to our favorite song
Late night past three AM
Watch the same damn movies all day long
Got our jokes, don't apply to them
(Get out)
Another chance to
Head out (Head out)
Head out (Head out)
Head out (Head out)
I just want you gone
Life goes by fast
I used to live in
you!
This is the police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded
Every day this goes on around here!
The years was rollin' by...
We
is woolly
I'm reaching out to you
Don't do what don't does
Being kind is not a crime
Just give it because
They go low yes you know
We'll rise up above
of my ears
'Cause fairytales don't end well, when the fame and fortune not here
Everybody
Out of sight, out of mind
Feelin' like, I'm runnin' out
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