Lyrics:
it can't exist? I just feel it it's my time I can't shake the shit
Young running up roach clips with thug niggas, pop's in jail should've turned into
Great, Great Spirit
Oh oo oh
Great Spirit, for my relations
Give them strength to face racism
In every single situation
Easy now, go on, speak loud
I'm eying, every motherfucker passing by on
Now the power in my brow
Make a thug uptown, come down
To hustle on Canal
Whats the bustle all about?
you're living in a world that's ruled by fear
Always takin' baby out that's o.k.
What they're givin' maybe it's out of phase with me
Told you once
of april every year
You're grey, feeling for something anything, you can't have
Oversize, owning the road
Pulled by a current, tossed over in the wind
Listen, everybody love a star
Every chick want a nigga fresh dip, pushing a car
Everybody wanna fight the power, light the powder
Sean Price for
to love and comfort
And every time you come back she's there waiting
So you ride into the sunset and it all ends up so happy
Jesus and the coffee
gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I
with you
Now here I go again
Just like before I'm going down
I try to practice what I want to say
But you won't listen anyway
Like every time
You never had dope, never had a white tee
Fought my fights by my motherfucking self
Earned my stripes like a motherfucking breath
You never had it hard,
Hey, hey, it's lil' Lay
Saigon, just blaze
Just out here in the field man
Tryin' to make these ends meet, you know?
Every time you look around
chain Mr. T's
Open every cell at Attica, sellin' Acuras, it's a commercial
Room full of Draculas, big commercial
Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy
and comfort
And every time you come back she's there waiting
So you rid into the sunset and it all ends up so happy
Jesus and the coffee and the talking
My first time outta the gate, we back on that Pharaoh shit
Zilla in the mix with a deadly pause in his arrow tip
Rock spots, wielding machete
Super gravy, dude, I'm ready for every state in my zone player
Haters atorn, you're rapping grave on my bones,
Y'all can fade to black, came at me
Leave another, how can you go?
How can't you know, I mean by now?
We're kids forever, ain't we tho?
Ain't we so high and wild?
You say, Oh,
thought we should sure take advantage of the winter time
Made a record and a plan,
packed up the van and it died every hundred miles
We almost got caught
Those nights stretched out forever, followed by nervous days.
Live in suicide weather you become that old cliché.
It came without warning at a time
of exertion, inertia defined
That's the savage that was perfectly nurtured in time
I put pacifists in caskets, my version of crime
I'm an assassin and my
Money (x29)
Motherfucker
Money on my motherfucking mind
Cop five haircuts at the same time
White gold pants, jet ski made of wine
Foie gras
a heart beating, breaking by design
Time is a trash heap, and taking forever
Let's make a deal that we all fall down together
It's the last day
Each time the telephone rings
I act like I'm okay
Wonder what I might say
But it don't mean a thing
Every day I drive on by
Wanna say so much
All of the signs point
All of the voices inside your head
Are speaking phrases coined
By those who say things I've never said
All of the cars
comes a time when every boy
Grows up to be himself
Always searching for the perfect plan
To define his rite of passage, his responsibility
So he can
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