Lyrics:
I have to big up all my sistren still
Woh deh deh lord all bad man listen woh naah.
Long time ago back in a kingston city
Life was hard but now
repeating that?
Nigga, I'm rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack?
I'm in a dolphins dream, I got it for 'em raw
live my, I, I can't live my)
Now turn it up, turn it up
(Yeah) Yo, I can't live my I, I can't live my
Life this way, continuously get high
Instead
Well you done know,
When gangsta touch the street,
Food have fi eat
It's a gangsta life
Zagga zow
We squeeze and make cheese
Bun my enemy
your actin career
Put you back in street tournaments
Run for your life, like you doing suicides
When even use your scrub ass, Live '9-9
Am I my
all on a ho, what chu trippin fo', ya heard? Gs' up, hoes down, it was all on a ho
It was Nineteen-motherfuckin'-Ninety Three
Me and Sean Dogg in
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
Sean Paul:
This one is for all the sexy ladies
Yeah man
Pack it up now, buck it up now, pack it up now, buck it up yo
Shaggy:
Sexy, Sean Paul do
Cash Money
Ayo!
I do this for the hood!
Ayo!
Sean Kingston, I put that on my hood
This my life!
Yeah! Boweezy! Khaled
Ayo! Uh huh
Boweezy I put that
you doing fi di gutter 'round there?
Two party, but a di same sad song dem a play
Poor people money lean back and rockaway
Dem raise everyting from
the Kingston young ones over there running scared
They ain't seem to have a problem and its a bad one
Ahh man, Sunz of Man teaching everywhere
got the children
issue tho take me a toke
But back to the topic please value our lives
Sean Bell couldn't marry his wife
I'd lose my mind .. that's if I lost mine
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
a crushed up (water bottle)
I'm sorry baby boy but thats just
Not my motto
And like sean kingston I might leave u suicidal
[Pre chorus]
I got a confession
exciting
Better go home, New York City
It's the truth, it's the dead truth
Live truth
It's the live truth, yeah
It's where the life, yeah
All along
at a table snorting two lines
If one overdose then two died
Four sitting there so I guess that means two live
Me and Sosa rolling up getting too high
When
up every automobile
Tatted up, life of a G
Counting stacks and five star suits
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS]
Yeah, she got it written on her
Her swag on lean
name is Sean cause I shine, it's self explanatory
I architect the flow, rapping all of these stories on stories
You know the story
If my back against
The microphone pleaser
Haters, shove it up your keister
Here comes the new me
Life after death, like it's Easter
Baby, spoon the workers, take you to the cleaners
about the ref
With some beautiful girls Sean Kingston would have killed himself
Aye you want know what I want on my shelf, you know
I want the money,
Sean Paul:
This one is for all the sexy ladies
Yeah man
Pack it up now, buck it up now, pack it up now, buck it up yo
Shaggy:
Sexy, Sean Paul do
of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I
click
Talking 'bout, "Ruck, let's battle," on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like, "Nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit"
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting
die, you know?
But it ain't how I live while I'm here, it's how I live when I leave, ya dig?
(Life's ups and downs, they come and go)
But when I
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