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well, I'm the Texas tornado
Get merc'd by my killer flow Say a prayer, rest in peace
I'm on a whole other level , you can't even step to me
Twitter king ?

a big house by the Texas skyline
Used to have a dream
Then i kicked its fucking ass
Now I've got a big tall house
Watch me jump

Why you gotta be like

And leaving leaking 
You niggas tweaking
You rather join em
I rather beat em
Universal calling
Texas hold ‘em
I’m going all in
Better quit the stalling
Chicago

slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty,

slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty,

some kind of slob
He taught me how to eat, a bottle of beets
And Billy Bob showed me how to walk in the park the other day
Without Billy Bob, I wouldn't

write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me

Smile

Jadakiss

Life Goes On

2007

write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me

theres sadness to these peoples lives when it comes to music passing yours truly living great by the end of time talk my rhymes when im not lying when im

I see the clouds moving by
The planes in the sky
The shadows and the darkness
The demons in disguise
Its the reason I'm alive
We all weep but then we

Cruising down 8th street, 
 Off white lexus, 
 Driving so slow but BK is from Texas, 
 Me I’m up at Bedsty, 
 Home of that boy Biggie, 
 Now I live

worth to put in extra work that n***a run you chasing 

Stole the bacon SnitchK you a pig n***a 

I’m probably cursed from all the skits that i done did

In the distance there's a man who looks a lot like me
Wise beyond his years and free
But skeletons keep me from catching up with him
You can shoot

to your ribs
If you would, watch what you say, or get a stick to your jibs
T E XXX A $ the place where I live
The state that brought you UGK, by the way, R

for free
I might curve up on that hoe, you cannot get no text from me
I got junkies at that trap, they poppin' percs and ecstasy
Ain't no bread up in

the

I want the hundreds and fifties
Big ole ass and titties
Count my green know what I mean
Get in between those jeans
Texas gold

Folks take you for

South Park after dark you'll end up like Kenny   
Real talk going off got some hustlers with me   
Young dog with the paws you'll get touched by plenty

And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules (this how I'm feelin', man)
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy

don't get sold
We don't look up to rap folk
When you on tour don't get no roadmail
We got role models rottin in them old jails
You only get that groupie

Baby, you livin' the life, but nigga, you ain't living right

Cocaine and drinking wit' your friends
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm

They ain't high as us
Niggas lying to ya
They ain't high as us

There's more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I'm still

pinching pennies
Lying on ya tracks you niggas too lazy
Knock it out the park I'm feeling like Sosa
heard em people but talking I don't know ya
Let my

but a big ole bully
Ever run up on little ole me you stupid
I send the word make it harder to breathe
Park right on your curb and just prop up my feet

the water color,
Rose my numbers up
Italian rope I copped from Texas,
From my necklace see a saint a handsome devil I’ve become,
But pure intentions get