Lyrics:
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
my album off by giving you guys a lesson
Don't ever let love torture you cuz being single a blessing
And my shawty if you hearing this ill send you
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
record I ever cut was, um, "Get Up and Dance" by Freedom, nah I mean?
And then, you know I just basically learned from watching everybody
Doing they
tracks
To linguish and we all know how to act
It's YA till we die, do or die, homocide
When we rob, when we ride, nigga side
We oblide by the rules, ride
a dutch in me
Got a .40 on me, I don't trust any
And if any nigga ever try to end me
I'ma die shooting prayin' God forgive me
You too busy hating you
the dominant
Your honor this, cut your mic, I'm in control of all of this
Welcome to the 2nd album where we find ourselves surrounded
By some people venomous
assumption
Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function
Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction
But it’s just me by myself, all alone in
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Ex Factor
by Lauryn Hill
Album : The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
Submitted by :
Corrected by : TaLIkA xx
It could all be so simple
but you'd
on
24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a
fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
be askin me where i get money wen i post a pic on ig
Nd my nigga u know tht i struggled dont ask me no questions i cnt tell ever tell where i be
Im
didn’t exist
Im Corleone finding Fredo as the traitor
I mean we family, gotta live and die by this shit
I don’t ever get the credit that I truly deserve,
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Bad mother, shut your mouth
Even though I might die if
I flood the drought
I'm Justin, you're just around
Shed light on the underground
Look, but
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
happily ever afters, uh
Just broken families forced to start new chapters
A natural disaster, the cycle, in a loop
And we caught up in a rapture
Not
your casket, now your son a bastard
Pressure on his shoulders make 'em gotta grow faster
Where I'm from, the stories never end with no happily ever
a kid my father used to tell me that
If I ever did music to not talk about death
Because all artist that would talk about death would either die young
saying Shania is more
Of a scientist than an artist?
Shania, please go see J-Lo on Wednesday
I'd prob die with you both in the smae room
Yo, er, (wink) in
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking
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