Lyrics:
and that
But the man wasn't really that wassy, was he?
Nah, nah, nah
The man wasn't really that what?
1-9-4-2 hits my system, man get way too frass, he
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
Yeah
Two
The calm before the storm
Penning my life behind these bars and these beats that I prescribe
So when I'm dead and gone, I hope they keep me
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
through in a strap, with a 223
You be losin' your life when you caught up, in beef
What? Nigga nigga, shit!
Now, I'm ridin', ride
With a K on my side
run a trotline
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name
Just
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
arms might be too short to box with the god
Who live his life without the pressures of a constant facade
I pray for peace, but if a nigga cease these
to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x)
Now back to the subject, my boy mc
Whatever you say, you can?t rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
loving me
Now my nights are long
And lonely and I ain't too strong/proud ("strong" in 4 seasons version, "proud" in spinners)
Girl, I just miss you so
and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boys birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the woman and children, soon we'll be
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride
One, two, three, four
We all got troubles, we all got pain
Yeah everybody's got their own versions of cocaine
Nobody's perfect like a thorn
business, niggas still can't stick together
Fuckin' police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin', bout the boys
and my brother with the bubble bust
I'm on the roof, I'm screaming, I got the juice
One brick, two brick, three brick, four
Now DEA, boy, they
to play
AK by the safe so the safe is safe
My Death Row Chain got pharaoh face 4x
Might go blind staring in his face
My Death Row Chain make her toss it up
the craftmatic no rest till I won
Life took a stab at him, couldn't punch him alone
Born near the savages kinda made me numb
Two doors from where the dope boy
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
5, 4, 5, 4, 3, 2 penguins of the world unite
Strength in numbers, we can get it right
One time!
(We are a part of the rhythm nation)
With Music by
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send
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