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Cause I live my life clean like the Nazarene
God's word will last forever and it's never gon' change
I'm trading in my sorrow like the stock
say we Dey live the chains(yeah yeah)or he go be like say we Dey like in pains(live in pains),because he be like say them don they tell us,
up in a ghost
Niggaz wan collect my smoke
Road men road men
I live and die by the code
Men dem still dey para for back
Black everything ring
TRU-lIFE! (echoes)
I live and die for the King of the universe
I spit a dudes, To keep you in tune cuz I
Don't want you to hurt
Life is work and nothing is
Live in truth but I'll lie for mine
Live ya life and I'll ride for mine
Live in truth but I'll lie
For my people I'll die
Two men left they standing
One
talk talk
Talk talk talk
Why I rather dey work work work
I rather dey talk like I work
Yeah no go dey talk talk
Dey there dey talk talk talk
Omor your
switch sides
I'm not acting like a bitch side by the way
You need to switch sides right away (we could live forever, may we die today)
Ooh-oh
Love
Numbers
(Intro) What jay said really ain't true, cause men lie woman lie but numbers lie too, see numbers lie too
(Verse 1) I don't know if I agree
know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin That fire Its real dog I live in the fire Used to being in the streets homie in the mists of the Fire Break
that fire
Its real dog, I live in the fire
Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire
Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire
Me I dey work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
(When I chop they want to chop too)
I keep moving by the grace of God
This type of luck
Because nobody could talk like you
And know what's going on
Nobody elected your family
And we didn't elect your friends
No one voted for your advisers
Because nobody could talk like you
And know what's going on
Nobody elected your family
And we didn't elect your friends
No one voted for your advisers
please give it up so I can live it up
Just like the rich but I still eat grits
I don't know karate
But I can still beat the dog shit out of Nazis
You
mabasa
We are and our parents were street vendors
We sweat it out cause we want our kids to live better
And flip through the classifieds, CVs laid by
it is
Real g's by my side, money money multiply, yeah I'm finna live the high life
Show no love to the kid
Now they lovin up the kid
Whippin whippin
the window like Malcolm
Without funds your driven in this game like out run
I pray you live to be a strong black proud one so allow them
When you be getting
rapidly approaching a revolution
The likes of which have never been seen before
When children lead and resources are shared with all by all
To finally live
yeah!
[Chorus: Jayo] (2x)
Y'all better tell, 'cause I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
Put some bitches all in to work
better work, bitch
You wanna live fancy? Live in a big mansion?
Party in France?
You better work, bitch, you better work, bitch
You better work, bitch, you
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head
This isn't gonna work, artistically or anything like that
I mean, who wants to listen to shit like this
Is he still standing in the Gate
Y-yes, Master
Do
work work, work
Got my suit on, getting work
No time to play, no time to play
This that 2 by 6 and 5 by 5 my nigga you came up short
Bring that, I don't
when I'm rapping
I'm busy, can't you see that I'm working
Keep it up and I'll send you home chirping
Cause I take apart men
Like I took a part Ken
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