Lyrics:
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
promoted
Moved out my momma house but still
This music was the motive
Around this time I'm bumpin'
Tunnel Rats and CMR but Lil' Jon was on the
Radio
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
We still go through things,
Some people think Christians escape the rain,
Y’all we still feel joy, and we still feel pain,
But we maintain knowing
out
You had your chance now move you got left out
We started from the bottom still here tho
No tellin' where I’ll be in a couple years tho
Make a track
with the other hand
Feel like that monk way back in Vietnam
Rage against the machine, no album cover
For my ass, hope I still make newstands
Even though we're fighting, I'm still by your side
Don't worry about a thing, baby, everything will be alright
Baby, you know I got your though
The Voice
Follow the footsteps
Or travel down your own road
Designing your fate
Hear what your heart says
Still you decide which way to go
witH the House licks
So wHatcha still pining
Dead by tHe street ligHts, boy you sHining
Talk about you grinding figg side!
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
Guild[00:06.02]That bitch linkin' with your opps[00:07.56]Man, it's crazy that you still pipe[00:09.49]Say you on the block[00:10.66]Man, it's crazy
a tent
I don’t wanna so I turn to the beast
But I still live in a tent
I live in a tent
I live in a tent
The beast will stop me from living in a tent
I
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
Him still a move weight cross the border
Contraband by the loads
And when the fiends pre order
He doesn't ship by a boat
Dem say him too out
like I hit the blunt & got behind the wheel don't feel real
Turned my life into a movie, I feel just like Stephen Spil
No 50, we was in the club shawty
1: Ziggy Marley]
Woke up this morning, smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
a nine-to-five on Wall Street
When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
roll up a jay when I'm bout to get dressed
All of my niggas solid like an armrest
This the zotti I can tell by the smell
Serving them junkies out by
burned
You're still the one for me
Words and music by richard reisser and robert alsterberg
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
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