Lyrics:
cool
supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules
a scholar of the next school
who wasn't trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad began
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
feat. Animal, Trav
I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x)
[AZ]
I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my
situated
But I'm back and I'm better than ever
Another nigga typed in the comment and said
That I can't make a hit record
Like he wasn't in the
Club Chi-town
amount of losses
Cause my supply's bigger
Don't associate me with nothin' but that dopest child star shit
That Lindsey Lo', that Todd Bridges
Hit your
to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streets and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
Sanity live on the concrete
Got some gas
Started piloting
Look at the wings now
It'll probably be some time
Before i come down
Mid air leave a violent
These Niggas sad cause I don’t rap like them
*laugh* ya man what the hell wrong with y’all?
I write hits with my left, I guess I rap Southpaw
Drop
fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
wailing like rough sex|Got a bunch of baby mamas|I ain't got no kid by none of them|All I do is supply the goods,|And feel me all up in they stomach|And I
to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streets and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I do what I want, though
If you fuckin' with me
Come up to the front, ho
Got love by the truckload
I've been tryna unload
But this place ain't
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
of use
I'm a bit out of tune
You can't get out of you
With the golden giraffe eating golden teachers by the lake
We just hit up lakes, plus he just said he
made black history every album had to
I was snapping since chat rooms was live
And apps on apple
I planted seeds for yo food for thought
But your fruit
scene. Bratt)
Live my life from day one. Now look what I've become. (Yah)
It was all a dream. (Came up through the murder scenes. Bratt)
It was all
know that gets less promo
So
Everyday we rock
And everyday we rise
Hip-Hop saves lives baby
Hip-Hop saves lives
Yo
You know I had to do this album
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)
Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
finna hit up a nigga named scott
finna get on a yacht
niggas gotta stop getting caught
oh you forgot
all these rappers rappin bout there lives that
The highest caliber make it a night to remember like Shalamar
Then escape to Havana with Assata I do what I gotta
Planes get shot down in Cuban air
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
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