Lyrics:
far from coroners
I heard some corny words said about my music though
Talkin' all that shit, sound exactly like a groupie ho
Most Dope, got you
must he be like that?
Why would any other dog hit it from the back?
It's in his nature, it's Doggystyle baby
(Oh I, oh I) It's Doggystyle (oh-o-o-o oh
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
shit was live on stage, dog
That night felt like a nigga had
The whole world on my shoulders
Twenty years old tryna find a warm
Spot in this world
When I was nine, I fell in love
This peace corps guy
I waited hours
Inside his tent with flowers
Which made him laugh
Which made me cry
By
retire!
Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used
and stupid shit
Who you with it
You a bitch
If you cross me like a crucifix
If you cross me like a crucifix
If you cross me like a crucifix
Don't you cross me
"They Live By Night"
SAFE WORD
I think it's high time we called you out on this shit
You're late nights burning bridges crying like a bitch
You
your life as much as your possessions
Don't be a stupid nigga learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way
And it's better to live
Let me get
soundin just like rae
If you a gambino, give credit to the flow
If you not a part of this kid act like you know
Fuck the studio, cappachino the great
Fly
show it out
My suh-suh-suh-suh-suh style
Shine like sad hung from starry eyed gallows
Like day old glow of carbon eye shadow
Trembling young
noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost
PS2, Crash Bandicoot, Mortal Kombat (know them ones)
I mastered my flow like Dizzee and Busta (legends)
And one day buy real weed from a Rasta (real
laughs a little, and at that
At least for the night
The conversation is over one afternoon
We take a break from the studio
To shoot photos for this
moanin', I just wanna get home and
I look over, and your shirt is off
I'm like, "You're gonna fry," you're like, "No, I won't
I'm black, stupid! And black
Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in
day
Until it met it's fate
One evening while it was in the studio
It was struck by the lyrical force of the big daddy Kane
So ashes to ashes,
copped a Cartier
Spent my birthday in the studio like fuck it have my party there
I swear this game is about who you know
You book a show they hardly care
blowing up
This action like a sport
I got a reputation, I want to live by rapshit
My love is uncommercial
See you under depression
Wanna live by rap shit
When I look over and his shirt is off
I'm like you gon fry and like
"No I wont, I'm black stupid
Black people they got melatonin
In their skin, we
thuggin' and shit
Moral of the story, we some gangsters and we havin' this shit
And every day, I live my life by the street principles
Wow
You know
a soldier, I'm a chief boy
Semi-auto with no recoil
Forgiatos, they on fleek boy
Twenty murders in a week boy
I'm from the murder capital, no sleep boy
babies have somethin'
Let the world go, just don't blow this motherfucker up
You kill him, he'll kill you
Some say it stupid but violence really lives
the hood
It’s all good like positivity
Tho do bien Where you been?
in the studio Workin on my legacy
I don’t answer phone calls
They think I died from
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