Lyrics:
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
cause I'm the boss
So mother[edited] Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
Because they know what the time is
I rock [edited] for the fly kids, be -men,
Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while
name hannah
Black and white bitches I call that hoe panda
Offended by my lyrics get out your feelings
Drop bout two albums you still ain't want hear it
in the place?
I hit the liquid and started drippin' into space
Hublot tickin', blowin' kisses at your baby
Have fun, shotkilla like Mike
Yea, four gold albums, one platinum plaque
Still shining i get my record hot
They tried to tell me keep grinding
Live in Miami
How I’m pposed to get some
from the local CVS
Then I ran to the gym and I hit that 250 bench press
Kentucky fried chicken, top it with a little hot sauce
Went to the dentist, they
Waters Screaming Jay, Howie Wolf
Chuck Berry Jimi Hendrix B.B King Sam Cooke
Billie Holiday Ella Fitz Nina Simone
Aretha Franklin Etta James Diana Ross
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
a Nikon lens
Zion big, I’m a icon here
No telling when the life gon’ end so
Too paid for a night off, ah yeah
Hit a button turn the roof off
Nike slides
Flying her out and i hit by tonight
Yellowbone ride like a yamaha
Never been hoe ima put up a fight
Jab em with left or i hook em with right
Shootout with
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
start calling him moss
Bruh a boss but get caught and be scared of the cost
Diana ross chopper singing ain't singing it soft
How I feel you in the field?
views
We get hung by a noose
We live in its stoop
Step by step
We walk the path
Data Tracked
Filthy hands
Bossed around
All the ads
No help for our
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
As you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November
That's twenty years of memory
And that's assuming I'ma live that long
If I don't
Don't cry 'cause I
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
krashin out im ready to die
Z got whacked up out da live
Call me demon slayer cuz I hate da rest
Fully auto finna hit his head
Catch a hat we smoke on deads
make it shoulda asked a nigga average nigga
Black fit red eyes hash slinging slasher nigga disaster nigga
If i write it i live it i live it i wrote it
I
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
Kollár
V piči jak ľudia čo hovoria soráč
Olá sme hot jak plynový šporák
Zas ďalší album a zas ďalší hit
Tam kde dáme feat to je heat jak Miami
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