Lyrics:
when you're tryin'
So many tears fall, tryna climb it
Voices comin' down uninvited
I'm on my last two, I've been on my last two (my last two)
I'm
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
me
'Cause I can be your man
And, baby, you can be my lady
But you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy
Run the streets
You can run
Won't last too long when you're fakin the funk
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm right
the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
[ VERSE 2 ]
I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers
Red or blue, black's the color
We got a chance, so we can
long you'll be
But don't look across the street
For sympathy
'Cause you're not gonna get it
Well, you're such a busy man
She don't seem to fit
this game
A chance to be somebody who you're gonna recognize my name
A chance to be a hero, a shot at the big time
A chance to be somebody new, a chance
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
[Featuring Master P Silkk The Shocker]
[C Murder]
How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second chance at life
at their dreams? not many huh
Last dance
Last chance, for love
Yes, it's my last chance, for romance, tonight
I need you, by me
Beside me, to guide me
To hold me, to scold
Last dance
Last chance, for love
Yes, it's my last chance, for romance, tonight
I need you, by me
Beside me, to guide me
To hold me, to scold
I'ma buy low then I'ma sell high
Bloody red Ferrari when you see me fly by
My brokers think I'm crazy
Cause I'm taking all these chances
Chances
neck
But cause I'm my own enemy and I ain't been feeling the best
This shit's a mess, my motivation's at an all-time low
And my last chance to find
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
Last dance
Last chance for love
Yes, it's my last chance for romance tonight
I need you by me
Beside me to guide me
To hold me, to scold me
chance to make it work, ah baby
It's driving me crazy (driving me crazy) (you're driving me)
Because I'm missing my baby (missing my baby) (my baby)
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
zillionaire, polar bear wrestler, mr Donald Im the real Schwarzenegger Trump.
DT: Youre welcome, youre so welcome. Yes Im good. Im the best, check my biceps.
streets in my veins, them streets feel it the same
Mum had me at eighteen and she was feelin' to blame
And, mum, I'm feelin' your pain
But my dad
sell a nickle chums to bums
Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome
-nigga, fuck that, you see I'm livin on my own
-my life is
[Adam Sandler]:
Hey how ya doin'? My name's Barry Lakin and I'm here with the man on the street
Quiz. This weeks's show is a doozy man, it really is.
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
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