Lyrics:
(you ain't bout that life)
Niggas wanna act loco? Who you with? Numerous shots from the fo fo
Young nigga in the low low
Jumpin' out the thing with
Applaud I am Satan.
No games of skill, Its all
Chance playing
Pick a door 1 2 or 3 from
Your past payings
Ah Turner I see that you have Decided
Door
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
the world how we
live life in az get banned from tv light camera its on now picture that
like kodak my clicks on flash make them bob there heads till they
a 9 to 5
I get even where I'm from
So Barry better stay with the odds headshot
Boy I'll let a bow down in his temple
Cass' you better pray to ya God
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
is life
The life we should have always lived since we were born
Creation of machines has gone and out the door
Automate my lungs
Live like the breath
Dry over time
Memories leave us
Melody and rhyme
When the cold wind blows
The seeds we gather
From the gardener's glove
Live forever
Nothing
3 doors down from the enemy
A symphony of 10 toes down niggas ready as they’ll ever be
Hanging with the bottom of the bottom
Everybody bottle what’s
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
livin the lavish life
Ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin live from Los Angeles
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
an covers can't smother the pain that I have,
Sometimes I feel like I lost my better half, so sad,
But that's the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is already
an covers can't smother the pain that I have,
Sometimes I feel like I lost my better half, so sad,
But that's the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is already
the right across from hell
I can't cry 'cause it's home now
I'm just a nigga on his own now, livin' life thug style
So I can't smile, writin' to my peoples
some Christian Loubes
I live a thug-life like Tupac, bitch I got the juice
We don't answer questions, when its problems... We just get to shooting
If I
love being part of that
Single life, a different girl by my side almost every night
You know I love being part of that
Single life, no tie down, you
the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige
See I damn near cried day Rick James died
See that shit was cold blooded but the music keep
the Goldtoes
Kickin' down doors
In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O
Man, that's fa' sho
I'm from the 'Sco
Where they get they pimp on
And blowing the hydro
I
wanna fill my dish with tears dropping down
regret of the moment
smashed doors numerous times on my nose
I got fake tricks
they didn't serve me like they
a new life where they'll never find us
You know where ?
Underground
You should see it down there - hundreds of miles of drains
Sweet and clean now after
life better this is all that I got
I just want to live life better
I just want to live life better
I just want to live life better
I just want to live
keep my pistol by my bedside
One in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide
My life's in danger
Rolling down the four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my
the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this,
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