Lyrics:
All this shit I rap in this studio
I live this shit no Cap
Yea I gotta degree but I be in these streets selling gas by the pound and I Rap
Fuck
up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
get them M's
I want to be free to live
Able to have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street
Where the people live
I’ll tell you
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
Lyrics....
Shwensdz!
New York!
Barky Back!
....................
Yo! I ain't care...
I will live my life without you.
Don't even tried it
I will
and done
??? the road controlled by Satan
Fight back from that with love vibration
Pull out, division, racism, and schism
We gonna make 'em flee, run
Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
Dancing Under The Street Light (Live ya Street Life)-EDM
Written By: R. DarkaShade 07/08/2023
Live your street life
Let nobody stop you
Life is too
buzzing, mother, F.U.C.K
The Law
Cause the player do still be hustling And the boy's Back in the studio
Looking like he came back from a jewelry store Cause
dancing like that boy David
Ya dig... Let's go
Hook: How could I ever live this life without you, Lord
How could I live this life without you
How could I
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
tired of the suffering (everybody's tired)
First it was the quarantine and Black Lives Matter (pay attention)
Now back to the quarantine and black lives
some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock
Entertainment
Written By: Keith Keahey
Co-Written By: Pamela Parker
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios, North Charles Street, Maryland
Music Engineer:
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might
I'm talking milli, ain't talking Vanilli
Had to get that hating nigga from near me, I do not move like a regular Joe
I am not moved by no regular ho,
Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard from a cell,
Philosophy redefine us, touch mine I touch back
Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boop-boop), we bust
Under the street lights
Pit stop by the park
And rolled a blunt tight
Fuck I left my lighter at home
But I ain't turning back
Bought a bic on the corner
As for me I stay being the realest
Admired by politicians, street thugs an' killers
I keep feedin' the street but the street feed back
Is that police
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
of worthless thots
Soon as I get a M get back in my bubble
If you mind your business you might as well get it done
Trynna live my dream they told me get off your
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
Fort Lauterdale, which is just a
stone's throw from this very sickly horribly smelling disgustingly debauched studio I'm sitting in, talking to
you from
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