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we'll bill for your quarters
Report to your foreman but
Watch for marauders
'Cause if you get eaten
There's fees for your mourners
Prosperity's
I was blinded
By your headlights
We can take it from the top
We can start things right
All the love from
You can get me high
I can take you for
I'm a ride til my wheels fall off with a G
Ride with the P, 89 creep
On him like a ninja, you entered the warzone
Your home Get bombed on, like an iraqi
Take my advice
It doesn't get easier watching the golden orbs floating out of the bars
And into space there's Frank Sinatra on the Juke box
Pause
'til I'm paid, in the grave or landing (standing)
Guess I'm paid off trappin'
I if I get locked with opps
I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with
ain't squared up but
I don't care
Sucking dick Till we straight
Sucking dick 'til we're straight
If you're confused let me demonstrate
Whipped that thang
laughin' at John Henry
They said," Your full of vinegar now but you bout' through!
We gonna get a steamdrill to do your share of drivin'
Then what's all
a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we
I mean Nas is one of the greatest, can we get a cheers?
Woo, cheers!
I mean the echo of life is the echo of love
And the echo of love is the echo
around
And all y'all niggaz ain't think we get this roll fuck what you heard and believe what you saw
It's a nation thugs ready to flip out with an extra
your heart, get a pen
Don't stop writin til the inkflow ends
Work and work and don't halfstep
Dog the mic every chance you get
Motivation must be
sure this has happened before
Yeah let’s call them now
They’ll have to send someone to one the Doors
The we won’t be stuck in this lift
Am
There’s
the fit we in the spotlight
Go loud
Turn the music real high
Bet you feelin' yourself you lookin' real nice
It's just you and I
To the end of time
There's
If it's smoke, no, we can't rectify shit, we shoot FNs 'til you dead and lifeless (brr)
Plug sent a box, I told him expedite it
I just opened up
Perhaps a little too outstanding for you to handle
But that's okay because I'll there to pick you up no matter what
And I know we have issues of our own
But
speaker up loud
Pointing at these suburb cribs when we skating by
Tugging like brodie that's gon' be my house, like
Long ass 20-foot couch
We been had these
vessel, and her shoes is ill
But her hand, keep slippin' on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when there's moves to make
Especially
vessel, and her shoes is ill
But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when there's moves to make
Especially
and her shoes is ill
But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when there's moves to make
Especially when what we
Get your ventolin and spray
But you won't delay your fait unless
You let her have her way
We're painting death by numbers and your
Guts will be
keep your head high
Tell em keep your head high
Tell em keep your head high
Rough days we'll get by
Tough days we'll get by
Tell em keep your head high
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
And we know
We need no reason for this
We need no reason for this
Load up on burdens on the way to get by
Local collective thinks we're wasting our time
(I, I wanna grow up, too)
Uncle Marshall
Will you tell us a bedtime story?
Here we go
Now, once upon a time not long ago
There was a little
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