Lyrics:
got the bag nigga saint nicholas
I got three glocks nigga these my triplets
I'm getting money nigga that's my sickness
I run the beat nigga LA fitness
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
In search of sanctuary, it hasn't come yet
I pray to god I'll never see another sunset
For when it gets dark I
Bare the mark three sixes
Surrounded by
cigarettes and soda
Multiple personalities altering Mad's reality
Cultivate abnormality into an awesome salary
Form like voltron
These three, compatible
at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started
(Original Nintendo Zelda flute song comes on)
Now these lyrics go specifically out to
certain human beings on the face of the planet
These
enought to know,
That life goes by,
And it leaves a trail of broken bones behind,
If you feel I'm letting go,
Just give me time,
Ill come running
threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
'Bout it to half smoke Philly comin' out
Talk about sex, packin' chrome, techs, hero' bones
And coked up white chicks that look like Sharon Stone
Washed up M.C.'s, whose styles have been grown
and that's so hard cause man ain't got wings
See every one on nursery puppets dancing round on strings
You got to grab life by it's neck and rip it's bones
with a deathly eye The stars looked down to watch a child die But as the horse reared up to crush his tiny bones Its heart grew cold, cold as river
3 months in, and we've stayed between the righteous cones.
Jesus Christ be the Lord of our Love ones.
No one's home and she needs company for
Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) your right Baby D be checking in
by A-T-L (Uh Oh)
With my home boy, Bone Crusher
(Uh Oh) and a my homie Dru,
two, oh c'mon
of senior year!
And, uh, I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself
What happened?
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser!
of senior year!
And, uh, I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself
What happened?
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser!
shit was cool
Dipping dudes, go by a set of different rules
We obviously ain't got shit to lose, boys in the hood
I got the old 3 sitting on my neck
and bones
and keep it low
watch what you say up on the microphone
shhhhh bequiet
touch down and get yo bitch just like a bunch of cloans
hey ma we strech
bone three
Met them hoes at the club now lets get them to the villa
Just watch out for paparazzi cause she fucking with some winners
She like damn this
it's
The David magic wrist getting money
You bitches can't see me like my mother home
She's bitching her dog is
Back with another bone
Hollar for
love fuckin' freaky hoes
Hit her on camera
Told that bitch to do a freaky pose
Dawg touched me and got fired on by Micke
Doggy bone pieces ain't hittin'
that's green
Hold on, gotta link this fiend
So it's 3, straight cash, no ticks on me
And my nigga jumped out and slapped it with
A lean and he hit one man
I thought I’d be somewhere else by now
But I’m not
I’m still right here
And I’ve got a twirling fit of things to do
But nothing’s getting done
And I
full
DNA, I'm solo (so low) yet so high
Time go by so slow when I'm in the zone, yes
Throw that fuckin dog a bone, bless
I think it's time to get stoned
still got white
Alan Carr
You’re which gang? Give a fuck who you are
Milli views but I don't feel like a star
My songs what they pump in the car
These
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