Lyrics:
a lot
Copped me some tree from Ascend but I brought some to Begin with
Red line to Orange Grove you Know how the Souljah roll
Feel like the Rapid in
Fuck your rules ain't shit we abide by
We live and die by, the same thing that you do
ED O.G rock a "be " hat and Fubu something to move to
Boston's
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
See I’m from the Chi so I say that’s my guy
And live or die that’s just how we do it
And when we come through
We always say GOOD Music
I can let you
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No - would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now
then hit, then flight
We know the rules nigga, live by none
Get it by none, bitch I'll kill for my son
Yeah Gangsters don't live that long
That's
I'm feelin' kind of murderous, I want to hear them scream
Watch the life fade from their eyes as I'm the last that they see
Bodies on the floor, yeah
microphone right in some
Pretty people's faces howl along
To "Werewolves of London" I'm Mark
Breno, this is WBCM Boston
We're live from Metro
Back my very best
on the sidewalk
By a cafe were I hope to be working soon
[Pre-Chorus]
Please come to Boston/Denver/L.A.
She said "No, Baby you come home to me."
from all the honeys
Make her knees hurt fuck with the smoke just do your research
Smoke u live by the sword u die by the sword
Smoke I ride for ma niggaz
Sweet Tangerines they grow
So green, so young
Lives come and go
As we wander through the groves
Among macadam and broken machines
I travel light
can straight relate
I mean one was from Boston, the other one was from Texas
But when they got together in Brooklyn it was the next shit
"No More Mr.
can straight relate
I mean one was from Boston, the other one was from Texas
But when they got together in Brooklyn it was the next shit
"No More Mr.
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
the grove
That i currently live in
Are we livin
Tunnel vision fuck u bitches imma just kick it
Im kickin myself all the
All the
Way up
I remember
Off
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
citys like pulling a mule
Hoes in my city like pulling a mule
Wont fuck on a bitch thats like filling a pool
Live by the code and I live by the rules
Take
Ancestors
SleepyKid hold up
Livin-N-Royalty
From the soul dive deep
Deep to the core bring you more when I speak
(when I speak)
Peep
(rrah)
And I wish a gyal would, you'll see me in Jordans (rrah)
And the mandem love me from Brum and to Boston (yeah)
Some living in Scotland, me
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