Lyrics:
who ya are
So live your life (hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You steady chasin' that paper, just live your life
(Oh, ayy ayy ayy)
Ain't got no time for no
with your Lord
And it is He who spread out the earth and placed there firm mountains and rivers
And from the different kinds of fruit He made them into
Should I ever live to fulfill this dream
Would I ever kill for the life of the team?
If I ever came between you and the green
Who's the fiend? By any
a million
Niggas are wack & their fake
& their jake & their snakes
Phonies, baloney's, who rob to get folded
Niggas who hate by the race, split up race
Keep
the best of stories through
Our revelations to you by this Qur'an
And before the coming of divine inspiration to you, you were among those who were unaware
a made man
I'm a made man, a made man
Krizzle! This here was God given
I'm the design of a black man, I defined by hard livin'
But how I whip that
whey live a bruk law
Who shoot first a no who draw
Me tell you Haile Selassie I you say you nah
Bob Marley shot the sheriff and mi go shot
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife
Cutting kids for fun and pulling out much guns
And like riflery champs fellas start to get real
than Nietzshe
I'm sure you'd like to meet me
I am loved
By the maker who's so clever
I was made to live forever
Though my body turns to sand
Mowing the lawns at a high school in Arlington
And who's the richer man?
Oh oh oh oh oh (3x)
Who's the richer man?
Charles made a lot on Wall Street
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover
You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
out of my windpipe
Rap's a reflex, who's gonna be next?
Parties are wrecked direct like an insect
Attack, bein' made for me to get wax, relax
Shanté
I don't even care about stars, so why I care about who you are?
so don't trip, you didn't made me, I don't own you shit
I'm focus on own, gotta
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
(who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we
I, tell me who am I, I will be so him and her
Who am I, tell me who am I, I will be so you and me
Who am I
Man I'm confused by your withdrawal, racist
Who knew this is what I would do
Who knew this is what I would pursue
Who knew I would be sippin 80 proof
Who knew who knew who knew
Who knew this is
the girl selling roses
Showed us how to live
We were blessed by the neglected child
Who knew how to forgive
We were blessed by the battered woman
Who
cowboy boots
(Who gets to live like we do?)
Raisin' the roof
(Who gets to live like we do?)
We come down from the mountains, come up from the coast
so others can simply live
Who's America?
All of us are not white
Believing this land is ours by divine right
We come in the hue of the whole
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
Lord, you made me
You know who I am
Lord, you made me
You know who I am
Dirty, worthless, grotesque
In nature sin was my mother
Blame was my blanket
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