Lyrics:
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your house deep in the desert
Are you living for nothing now, hope
you-you can love anybody
But when you're in love with somebody
You're looking at it like this
You taking that person for what he or she is
No matter
what I'm sayin'
I be kickin' it like dat
Let the music ride
Time place thang shame
Time place thang hang
DAYS
NEVER WALK ALONE
ONE BY ONE
I NEVER WALK ALONE
One last show. That's all we're asking for.
It'll be like old times. Only new!
8pm
are we that famous
Bust this, the Queen of Spain knows what my real name is
Our time is runnin short so I'll bid you farewell
You know this cut is so
Dye your thirst
What are we doing?
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned
teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just
on first." Costello: "What are you asking me for?"
"Reports from the new Germany tell of horrors leading to the total extermination of the Jews of Europe."
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
Weezy (what up, pop? What up, pop?)
Fuck what they heard, it's what they need to know, nigga
(They sayin', C-A-R-T-E-R, yep)
Ya feel me, hey
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
you for poundin' them donuts (what?)
Put 'em down and either do somethin' about it or own it (own it)
Okay, here we go
Wait, what are you doin'?
anniversary
There's lots of people in this world that are worse than me
I wasn't there for my son's first words
But he ain't grow up in the hood like me we
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took
Some people really are
How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich?
Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick
So if he feed ya family
You motherfuckers programmed by the programmers
That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers
Not me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
They music so
slut
So you don't forget, call before midnight tonight
The boys in the crew are just waiting for you
You never get to move around, you never go
here?)
(Do your math, do your math)
(One, t-t-two, three four)
(What are we talking about here?)
Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every
like we supposed
Sigel, Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Don't change the game for these
slut
So you don't forget, call before midnight tonight
The boys in the crew are just waiting for you
You never get to move around, you never go
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
Yeah, this nigga think we hoes or somethin' my nigga
Shit, man what the, lemme talk to the motherfucker
How hard we really motherfucker is in this
like we supposed
Sigel, Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Don't change the game for these
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