Lyrics:
and never settling for less my Nigga I have no regrets from running by myself
In days with all focus all surrounding mental health
Put the blame on me
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
My favorite 2Pac album is
The Don Killuminati it
Was recorded after he was shot and spent
Time in prison it was like a doctor
Told him he was going
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
I believe
In six days and a rest
God is good
I do confess
I believe
In Adam and Eve
In a tree and a garden
In a snake and a thief
I
of my peers getting geeked every day
I got rich off manifesting, but
It ain't enough I'm still, stalled
Can't prosper against me with that weapon
Drink
day, same shit
I'm in the same whip getting
Rid of weight and grams many hate my plans
I swear down if any take a stand
I'll tell Ace hold the semi
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
Impossible things
Are happening every day
Impossible things
Are happenin' every day
Impossible things
I split the skies, change the weather (ooh)
I
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Cuz they seein destruction before they
See a human bein so they start smoking, we
Will never get our day
Until we learn to pray
Keep our families in
a little something for the clean escape
And the rainy day after
Don't forget a nigga live where the heat wave at ya
And ya safe ain't safe
And heat don't
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate
Us when it's 2008?
You
shots through the mazi, tryina take me out
Brought myself to the hospital, fuck the daries
Leaking out 3 holes but still didn't panic
120 on the freeway,
I'm from Detroit so you already
Know what's up then
I don't care how you get yo'
Money cause I'm plugged in
By any means necessary, nigga, just win
I
executive, who
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"You
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
say
Oh you from the Bay right?
Yeah man
You recognize the voice man
Got her moist and
All by choice man
I think she bi
Saying bye to ya boy man
Aye
I
120 up on the dash
To distracted by my work
To be focused up on the bad
Hop in my bag and you know i'm goin get it
I sent the text and she said that she
See, most of my life I never had shit
I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit
Damn near didn't make it on my day of birth
Thinking was I really
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