Lyrics:
from the dough that her man makes
We got our own handshake
Her titties ain't fake
Fucking in the car cause we just can't wait to get home
Early in
Ninja might die
Tryin' tah live this life
Live this life
Ninja who know
Ninjas who don't
Stay by tha Code
Live in that mode
Live in that mode
Ninja might
be Kanye
In the land of opportunity and palm trees
Live fast and never die
I'm moving at the speed of light
I'll take your money, raise the price
my loving woman I'll be your loving man
We'll take the most from living have pleasure while we can
(Two three four)
Sha la la la la la live for today
the can, they just tuna fish
No money orders from the fam, just get through the shit
Youngins dying nowadays, dressed-up in the ghetto
The struggle all by
folg' dir zurück, für mich bist du nicht irgendeine Sidechick (keine Sidechick)
Und du spamst in den Chat, jedes Mal, wenn ich live bin (im Chat, im
me a letter
Said he couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once more
Anyway
Poetry in Motion,
la
Love makes you blind
I hope to find
Who I believe in
Get back in line
I can't deny myself
Show me the feeling
Oh, you got me wrong
If you
Mike Dizzle you a fool fa dis one
Rest in peace to Pimp C you'a G to me
Corey Miller and that Chad Butler pullin' kick doors
(Live by the trigger,
the world is yours,
A decedent lifestyle,
This is excellence right now,
Die,
For what you believe in,
Same agenda every season,
Touching different regions,
What's the golden rule don't turn on my partnas
I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
I'ma live
I'ma die
I'ma die
Fo' my mothafuckin' dawgs
I'ma rob
the money should've changed him
I guess I should've forgot where I came from
La, la, la-la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La, la, la-la
Then you can't
julle laat gaan rus
Want hier drop ons ietsie gevaarlik in wat laat aand rond in jou geraamtes klim
Asem in, asem uit, nou gaan die ding begin jys by die
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin
the money should've changed him
I guess I should've forgot where I came from
La, la, la-la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La, la, la-la
Then you can't
perform in the halftime show at the super bowl
I want vanity
I don't wanna be a wannabe
The city of angels is where I will reside
To live and die in LA are
down)
Don't look at me, I'm 6'5" about to fucking cry
About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die
I finally had a family
Domo's in another
neighborhood
Meanin' that nobody's in the red
And the paper's good
Next to doctors, lawyers
The coach for the Hoyas
Maybe stockholders from Goya
The block'll
To follow the code of honor
Die with a sword in your hand
That is the way of the warrior
Your forefathers left on the land
To live by
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la
La la la
La la la
Even if the sky is
Hanging by a thread
Hiding inside our own
Pixel world
always turnin' up
Bad bitches up at Greystone and Supperclub
Tell 'em where we're from like
L.A., can't believe we fell in love in the city of L.A
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I was raised by the internet
Pain and the sentiment
Trading my fate with indifference
Anguish and titties
I pity the skin that I live in
The pace
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