Lyrics:
Credits like crack, blow it up by the gram
Edit my stack, holy fuck I'm the man
Up til seven every morning losing track of the time
My morning commute is
One dollar and eighty-seven cents
That was all
She had put it aside
One cent and then another
And then another
In a careful buying of meat and other
haben, doch glücklich sind, als ob es viel noch nie gab, Rekless out
Young Esti, direkt vom Schiff, Hamburg-City, was geht ab?
24/7, 365
Ungebremste
around the, corner, any day
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Struggling and striving, my destiny's to die
Keep my finger
one-fifty-five
In the city where the little niggas die
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You
the hope
4. Heard em laughing at my past, don’t see the joke
5. Young king built to last, ain’t crash yet
6. Momma saw I had potential since Bassinet
7
niggas we were raised by ,
Your uncle was a G the only reason why you live we'll Be respecting his blood why you living like the one you aint Never stole
beware
'Cause this Mo Thug click got plenty of soldiers
Just open your eyes and realize
It's gonna be Mo Thug 'til I die
Never esitate don't flip
I
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
it out and be a man
Wonder if she'll cry when I die
Hope she does, shedding tears into the soil by my side
Living the face on the moon
Lonely
Doomed
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
found a cat with a record he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon get em
for longer than 8 seconds at a time
I was a young child with a lot of talents
I could have been a developer, an architect, an engineer
But because I
gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn't have
final countdown (10, 9, 8)
This is our final countdown (7, 6)
This is our final countdown (5, 4)
'Til we die! (3, 2, 1!)
When the world has gone
three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin' die motherf***er and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause s***
Thug Life motherf***er, duck quick
Now am I
three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I
Lavish 'til I die but you've known that all along
Take a quick second tell you how I wanna live
It's a make believe life fairy tale kinda shit
Open up
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
every second
His addiction hit 24/7
I feel some tension grab the grip
Ask you if there's pressure what it is
Gon pull up and test you let it rip
Gorilla
first Nirvana song so even then
When no one's friends were really serious
I knew you loved me by the
Way you looked in second period
I'd see you in
yes, I got it
Feeling hella good
Ain't got no driver's license
But you know I'm driven
The second I spit it
Everything that's what I'm giving
Yeah, I get
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
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