Lyrics:
Or a hell of a check, yeah, whichever come first
Blessin's on blessin's on blessin's
Look at my life, man, that's lessons on lessons on lessons
I treat
to know
If you can get into my mind
Stimulate it
Give me good love all the time
Or are you just another man
Who's after me for all my paper
Looking for
more
Uh, baby I might as well just leave, different life now
Getting money, got to the green, ya need to pipe down
'Cause I'm on my Q's and P's
Bitches
we all know who The Don is by now
Making loot at the pace of a horse race
Now once again my friend, the great paperchase
Here's a taste of life in
[Product G&B]
Oh yeah.. (G&B)
Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.)
Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah)
Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo)
Oooooh-ohhh,
to Dey dance for my life
For my head oh
Oil full my head oh
For my head oh
Blessings full my head oh
Count your blessings, name them one by one
And you
nobody can give me help
Rotten flowers between my hands, remembrance of my life
Tears are rolling it's time to say goodbye
Death brings a smile
Everything I rap bout my life,
Everything I rap bout the light,
Everything I rap bout my type,
Midas well call that a whole wrap by tonight--,
So when I go hop
Sitting on top of the world
Yah Yah Yah
Smoke a blunt with your baby girl
Yah Yah Yah
I had to find who I really was in my life
But you came in my
onemight deep throat
Bad one might deepthroat
Bad one might deep throat
[Verse 1]
My life a movie
Blew a bag in Gucci
She thought she knew me
Told my old
I don't hate you necessarily
Freedom hasn't always been right by my side
I needed time for me to wanna live my life
Worked so hard just to be here
the Levi's
Cuz them others be foul like P.I.
We can be by the money and be hype
Why you always gotta cross my mind
Now I just think I gotta make you
and that mothaf**** jam you gone die where you stand just for being retarded
Boy where I'm from we gone die by respect and respect all we got R.I.P
Simi yo
Twice style bring it foul to ya life style
Floss in my neck of (Yo!) da woods (Yo!) I put your lights out (Yo!)
I throw my grees high,
Red
ass up, why you asleep?
Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin?? my life nigga, shit!
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin that broccoli now,
to it (Uh huh)
Came from humble beginnings now I'm c***y with my spending
They say "life is just a game" and I thank God that I'm winning
Models roll my
here
Be careful not to trip up, slip up or stumble out there
Get humbled out there!
Alright
Grab the brush
Let's go
I'm just here to you what my life is
I'm gonna say the right thing at the wrong time
So by the time you're hearing this I'll be long gone
I'm gonna catch a case
Throw away my life
Pack
Of the hustler trade
World reknown for my realness
Only the real will feel this
Stainless steel is
The straps that I'm copulating
Touch'em a lady (?)
Blow your
never had to move for the set
Exterminate a nigga like a pest
Sleepless nights I was losing rest
Gamble with my life I ain’t losing bets
Yeen put in no
a 40 just to blast my fucking brains in
R.I.P. Shuaiby ain't no one know me
Catch me on live and watch me be
Bitch I ain't take my meds
Crashed in
Huh, swear on my life bro we bouta be up
Because of the that we beat the beat up
Punching in punchlines, that's a knock out
Turn up the volume, make
All my life, thought I had to make Paper and Pounds
That's P's mother, mother, man I hope I make you proud
Ah
Niggas think I'm crazy ‘coz I love my
Reggae accident
By: lucas p. gravell
1993
-- spoken:
"okay now, get ready here's your part. now listen to me."
It was a reggae accident
I said
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