Lyrics:
my money a lot longer
If blooding ain't right than I couldn't be a wronger
I'm a bad muthafucker, be very afraid
Boy this heat will give your ass
nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy naah squeeze the charmin'
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel
For a lifetime of mem'ries some happy some sad
Two for a dollar the price sure ain't bad
No bids for the carriage rottin' out by the shed
The one that
Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thorough
Down for dinero, hit everything in the Triboro
And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team
You cyah get big and gone bad yaffi born bad
Mek mi tell yuh supm Pimpin
Dem bwoy deh nuh know bad man thing
Murder me a guh murder dem yow Notnice
night
And the people passing by they should tremble at your sight
These bad dreams and back seats happys
Through the dark streets
A good angel with
they ain't ours
We got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white
daughter
Born by the water
Surf's up, sun's down
Life in a beach town
And some of the things I've seen
Maybe she won't have to see
But there's a lot
SAR JE WA LÄ NI JUNG MA
Lord of three world’s tear-born lotus!
CHHAG TSHÄL TÖN KÄI DA WA KÜN TU
Homage! She whose face combines a
GANG WA GYA NI TSEG
sleep
But you claim that you woken?
Sleep the cousin to death
Yo sleep I don’t miss you
Couldn’t trust the process
I had trust issues
Homies killed by
up because you're a bad nav system tellin' me
Please exit on the right
I'm not doing it, I'm a neutral
And you're done
Alright listen, I'm in charge
New York City born, bred in Skid Row,
Let me tell you like this
You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like
New York City born, bred in Skid Row,
Let me tell you like this
You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like
Calm yourself down bitch, you getting too high
You think you the shit but we know that's a lie
I wasn't born rich but you know ima die
With all these
You want the top when you're down to the ground
You wanna find out: yes, I noticed bad
Focused on the future, you forget the present
Looking for
I dont know what I'm gonna do
Trying to do my best just to make it through
And lord knows
How hard that I try and how hard it is for me to get by
Precised by everybody
Look how I extended
They wanna join my route
We busy smoking the same blunt
The same trump we are on got lot of empty spaces
Raise a glass to the sky
Bad decisions, mad religions
Tainted until we die
Silver flasks and wooden casks help
The time go by
Sirens sing and tablets ding
moon light
One shot rings out in the night
I was born of the barrel of a colt forty five
Running from the law was my only vice
Would it be by day or be
moon light
One shot rings out in the night
I was born of the barrel of a colt forty five
Running from the law was my only vice
Would it be by day or be
different. And Herman only has looks and that is why he felt threatened by me because I was born better looking.
Anyway Glaucia became a way after performing
Heaven is the new-born child
Linger on the baby's cry
Echoes till the day you die, you die
Falling out into this world
Bended, twisted me to curl
dangerous
You would though and you died for me, what I been tryna see
Yet still I'm blinded by this blasphemy
Removed from my parental use to lose it in
Bitches acting like they bad aint tell no one they toxic
Everybody hating starting to make me nauseous
It be your own people rather see you down bad then
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