Lyrics:
and you can't speak
With a voice to inspire yo' people
That don't mean you woke
Cause you can't sleep
Over the years we both battled cats
But yo' style
MITCHELL
Listen being in a white mans world there’s some things you can and cannot do.
ENSEMBLE
OH MY GOSH
MITCHELL
Oh by we need to have a talk
friends
I'm like fuck it duck it my 35 I think I love it
10 Years ago I swear on Skoe I woulda cuffed it
I got a 25 but I can't seem to fucking trust it
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
to my brother off a video shoot
Yo what the fuck this ain't cool, ain't what i signed up for
Morale gone talking like we gon quit in a year, ain't made
?This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie.?
[Refrain repeated about 25 times or more in
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
home, take me home again
Take me home, take me home take me home again
25 years
27 years, white lighter in my- in my- in my-
27 years, white lighter in my
care of the fam. right ?
Ain't that what you told me
Ain't what my life like
One of a kind, blood line like no other niggas,
Sincerely yours, yo
Losing people put me in some dark spaces
As the years go by, Memories start fading
May the real live forever
If heaven had a mailbox, I'd be sending you
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah (25x)
Ay yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us
Iz they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode
heart it is so full of cheer yeah
Wella Christmas come only so many times in life
And we celebrate it on December 25
Come follow me now
And make we raise
Pour some whiskey let’s debate about commitment
Work ethic or vision it really won't make a difference
Too many years so many no’s
Up down left right I
and put my rap together
I was 25 with plans to stay alive
Knowing I'd be laid outside put a strain on my mind
Really hard to define
Put it all in a rhyme
Force Ones
Still
I step clean when I walk and run (uh)
All we've got's this air in our lungs
Air in my body
Life in the bloodstream
Fire in my
Street life where the struggle won't let you be
Street life where the drugs and thugs meet
Yo, yo, yo
You on my dick
My life is like a James Bond
a book and let these rappers read about it or just be about it, I've been rapping all my life like 25th the party, what's a come up when you already there,
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm in to win
On the scene from the 41st
a free man on the streets again
Chasin' St. Ides down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm into win
On the scene from the 41st side
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