Lyrics:
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
on the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able
Invincible, official nigga who they come to
For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store
Triple W in curo son
to live in the ghetto
Keeping it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the D-low
Everywhere I go they know me
Planet Hollywood in Paris accidently spilt a drink upon they ??
Truth of the matter I've been loungin'
Livin' it up givin'
the people confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin'
on the fuckin' streets
It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cause either way pays me
A little rough with a hardcore theme
Couldn't
We could fly to Paris, on a Tuesday
Be Butchering the language, by the Louvre
Aggressive instagramming, Sipping champagne
Yeah we could live it
again
And only last year everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A thoughtful of hearts could only be a bore
A week in Paris will ease
good caller, you "live in the den" with big tig' and bust
(Hey tig'!) what's good ma? (enjoyin' the show)
(But there's somethin' about busta I've been
the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygones be bygones and so on and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get
wanna be
My niggas all on top, it's what I wanna see
My kids in the mansion, it got a hundred rooms
Playin' hide and seek for weeks, what you wanna do?
Puffin' on this indo (yeah, guess who's back)
in the studio with my partners out here (guess who's back, ah, yeah)
Pacific Heights in the house, know what
[Chorus
Verse One: PMD
I grab my cordless like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD`s like what (what?)
I`m too rough, gettin
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
come to me
Her name is Carmen, she live down in Spanish Harlem
And I think I have the key to her secret garden
When I seen her, I used to want
they see me, point and stare at me
'Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by
I wasn't good in History
To talk with you, to be useful
Yes, I invented a little
I'm not sure that Paul Verlaine
Used to live by the Seine
And I
fuckin' man)
Live from the graveyard (you stupid you fuckin' idiot)
You drunk, ho
Yo, that nigga crazy as hell (put that liquor down
Ayo, what you
what I fight for
Forever Southwest Hardcore
Why can't you see it's all tactic
Play by their rules stay their fool
And you get fucked bitch
My crew my
either way and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock 'cause it's, better to give
Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
outside, the bitch up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch
you wanna be the reason that split
You started believin' that bitch in San Jose, you gripped what the damn ho say
You flipped like a man will stay, no
a serve a hollow to a adversary in a hurry
Hail mary
I ain't perfect by a long shot
Put torture on this culture
Don't judge me unless you walk on water
either way and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock 'cause it's, better to give
Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
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