Lyrics:
the peace
Without a gun
From Abilene down to Galveston
When he rode by the general store
People crowded through the door
To see the legend and the man called
a headache and im so poetic
And life is a madness
London is pretty
This city is butters this city is both
I call it my home and its live,
Days will go by
as a free man I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner".
(Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963)
Turned on the news
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
Cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
on ya'll niggas, like the Werewolf from London
My cousin Dirty Dick Don, yeah he straight out the dungeon
Man up in the art gall', my girl, my newborn child
I'm only livin' it, so don't go and ruin it
Words from a legend, keep your dome up in the sky
Listen to Paul Wall and Chef Fly (get high)
I deserve
So we working even on a Sabbath day God
It's showtime, that means it's no rest til heaven
777, Let's get lifted, John Legend
You see we can't afford
dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
through the desert
The dust had risen in the air
The race of people had to live in devastation
Why wasn't he even there?
Message from the gods to gather up
why we in this shit
Remind me why we in this shit
Cause we ain't on no pile of shit
Nigga I'mma make my music from my heart
And I live and I die by
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
dry
Could you find it inna yuh heart
To give me one more bly
I won't abuse the situation
This time I won't lie
By mi nightly conversation
Also mi
on a Saturday
It's sad to say you're not up to par
And I don't play with mini golf and sharks
Jump inside the pool of sharks, we're biting
Off your head, your
Last of a dying breed, living by a dying code
I'm live a life a legend, ima die a legend
Last of a dying breed, living by a dying code
I'm live
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
make me cum
Put a price on my head won't make me run
Try to kill me but it can't be done
Cause my words gon' live forever
You put two and two together
I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm
fuck around you gon' make me reveal it, ay (ay)
I'm a West Coast original, black John Wayne
Nigga where we from we like to pop that thang
Ay, you
fillin' in the skylight
Uh huh check it out
We be the connection to
Everything from calypso to
Hip-hop down to the bee-bop
Now come rock slip slide to mine
take money
Drip all summer it Mek you act funny
Oh it's sounds kinda litty right
Don't be caught up in the city life
Legs open like fast food
You're
close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John Forte grab the mic roots sway it this way
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