Lyrics:
And to pay for the rent bill monthly
Her son is sayin that ain't my mommy
But but 15 years down the line
She ain't the same as shes past her prime
Now it's all
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
me thinkin' was it worth this
And then it got me thinkin' cause I love this
Stay down and it'll work ya self at time don't be a slave by these choices
gallons down to half-pints
X-O to act right, stay slurring my speech
Hearin silent screams at night
Disturbing my sleep burnin my weed
The smallest thug
to get it, at any price
But in my city Carmello, come a dime a dozen
Only ballers out here move a dime a dozen
So now she on the arm of our version
featuring Nas
[Nas]
Spit at the world
My lyrics I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl spit on the Dutch and finish
of artistry, feeling no one believes
Moment by moment, reminders to breathe
So save me, before I'm gone
Save me, I don't wanna be alone
Down and lost inside my
the world by storm
And we're grooving all the way
Forget about your troubles
Just kick them out the door
Cos shit's about to go down
With these robots
thorn whose prick brings lockjaw
And tires torn by sharp yellow rocks
Young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wall
Big About
burnin' baby, one, two, three
It's the closest thing to motion that we'll ever see
Here's a glass little girl, we should toast to the world
On this snowy
After the war I went back to New York
A-After the war I went back to New York
I finished up my studies and I practiced law
I practiced law, Burr
everything, to just not to lose my mind
Lay the verse down cause
This world might ending,
feeling pressure just need
ahhhh~ little venting and ugh
A little
world.
I'd sold my mule and bale of hay
These shoes left, tattered and worn
They'd carry me to heaven or they'd walk straight to a hole
I didn't see
to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No
I found my brain again
In a place I've never been
And with you by my side
I'll find the world
I'm finding ways again
To make my days begin
But when
gonna find a bed and ray down to rest
More day keep passing by
I make a thing a lot about my life on the line
Like a game i have to play one day
How
went behind closed doors
I pulled down got my briefcase that was on the floor
Flipped the latch lift the lid Pulled out my smith n wesson
Yes my shiny
(now you heard that?)
To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black
I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass
(uh huh)
I love to love you baby, that's a song by Donna (it is)
All my foxy ladies, we still the ill nana (we are)
All around the world from America
This is
My world
In my head Mercury
Mercury oh
When you're high like this it's all swings and roundabouts
Took three puffs to forget what I was sad about
face
There's three ways to stop me from doing what I do
What? You think I'm a tell you
(Mom, can you leave the door open a bit?)
Thanks, an easy
the way
I shut it down fast—these three words I say
GET GOIN’ ON—no use in waitin’ or hesitatin’, there ain’t no room for doubt
GET
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