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But couldn't ask for more
Do this every day
It's a heaven of a chore
Overhere 
When it rains it pours
Stepping in some cirmax, ones or fours
Ora so cold

Yea I do not wanna go
Yea I just might crash
Yea we up the score by four
Yea you do no not wanna know
Travel the world to explore
Some things in life

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

fall hard
I keep getting better, bitch I'm feeling like an allstar
Got some score's to settle bitch it's bouta be an onslaught
Show up at your casa, get

Poppin' off some warnin' shots
All these snakes be swarmin' us
They occupy all the corridors
They multiply the more I score
Can't let 'em earn my

to commemorate, son
Well, you've got the youth, that's better than some
Less is more, all we get is four score, and it's done, done, done

Hey, Ponce de Leon
We

Bitch Check the score
Who Up it's me nigga, I'm winning by like four
I say Treyo man let's goo
Ayo DJ can you turn me up some more

Ask around I get

Give me just a moment
Such a scene again to life
One Two Three Four
If they want more
Have yourself some fun
One Two Three Four
Make the big score
Buy

Intro: 

And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'.
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas. 

"You don't really think you're gonna get

back to me
All I need is a 4 (4)
To sleep on you niggaz some more (More)
I don't keep up with the score (Score)
But fuck it lets look at the score

100 Miles and Runnin' [DVD; Bonus Track]

Eazy-E

Eternal E [Gangsta Memorial Edition]

1995

And why do we call ourselves niggaz 4 life
Cause if we die we still gone? be some dead niggas.

You don't really think you're gonna get away, do

all ima go get some more 
They act like they don't but they already know
We winning over here just check the score 
Slime him out the way that I wipe

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

4 Numbers, 4 Numbers, Bshot***

Bangin' Red Rum til I'm dead and gone
Go and check the score, we winning 95-0
That 4 Number Gang run the city fasho

the trenches)Ask god Watch My back, I can't get killed by none of my close friends no cap
I'm really living like that
Ride ina 4 seater 3 in the back with the sticks

Minaj in Ona ho

That don't wanna see me with nun

What's the score!?
Turnt up in this hoe!
Twerk sum 4 me gal
Twerk sum
Twerk sum
Goin & twerk sum 4 me

I'm tryna score
Real central nigga, to this day, I'm on the four
When I'm leanin' with my bitch, we pourin' by the fours
Nigga, this your bitch, you

Tryna reach my dreams
Tryna earn them fours
Tryna reach them scenes
Tryna score
Encore
When I was young my mind was made
Wanted to make songs be on front

I learned how to be patient some of the
Worst kids ever were there ever no
Words could describe what it was like living
Twenty-four-seven with someone

with that sack
Might score a touchdown
And when I Come back with that pack
Gon' buy a bustdown for running quick

4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck
Ain't

a toke? Come get the smoke
I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke
Pass him the dime I know he gon' score
We in

don't pass the rock I'm tryna score
Showed her Coleman once and in the raq she still throwing up 4's
I'm grimy if I need it bad I might just wipe my uncle

some motherfucking help
Big bro said he can do it by his self, he don't need help
Pull up on your shorty, WWE I got the belt
24/7 inhale lettuce, it's

Dime-store folklore
Eyesores shed some
Four score and seven tears
Rooster schmooster
You sir are a
Bruiser most severe
Dispatch chicken scratch
Railroad run
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