Lyrics:
trying to do right
And why would they wanna, wish death on my life
[Hook - 2x]
[Yukon]
They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go
for them
I'd be humming a slave hymn, for him
Blessed to be called by Mack and T-X-T
The city's in good hands
It's easy to sleep
I'm good with
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
fiends off wit food
For a Snicker bar, they knock on your door
Come and get you god
Hit you harder than a crack pipe
Live the gat life
Gettin drunk, full
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
at you and I'm trying to kill it
Run away with these scars on my own
I heard you want my soul, I won't be alone
Two times, one hit
Don't blink, don't
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
DARKER CUZ THE GIRLDEM LOOK LIKE STARLA, JUST HIT ME UP WHEN YOU'RE DONE GOLDEN LIKE THE GIRLFRIEND ASTA, BIG BUM FINNA MAKE MAN RUN(×2)
Lian:….
Prrr
Pull
timeline, rich nigga timeline (rich nigga, go, rich nigga, uh)
Rich nigga timeline, ye ain't live your life like mine (nah, no)
Rich nigga timeline, rich
Tell me what it feel like
What is real like
When you sell cocaine just to live life
When you did ten years in the pin
Right when you trapped in dark
on a live wire
Exposed, but I didn't mean to hot wire
Ten toes down but I'm miles high up
Handing out L's coz I'm flyer
Finna get drunk but damn this bud's
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
round Nigga I don't know why
My grandad told me nigga hold your own ground
Live by that till put me n the ground
Gotta stay solid stay ten toes down
You
and fast
Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
??? and fuckas are ?altered? by a 2
Now what else can I do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
bout to faint
So baby
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum
your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at, it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might hit
I need peace
Find my peace
My life in pieces
I'm tryna get a piece
Truth if you live by
You die by the piece
Please God, help me find my peace
I need
and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see me coming, nigga, run
[Chorus: x2]
"See I had to lick em" "Punk
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
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