Lyrics:
in
(Un huh)
Grinding 9-5 I been double time
(Double time)
I gotta stick with it
working
I'm so tired of standing by my mama hurting
Who would of knew I
couldn’t even laugh at first
Lost his grandma in the pin he couldn’t even touch the casket
Love over loss that’s the code and we stamp it
Got crossed by
album
Then I perfected these songs in four months this is my life
And I want you to know that I live by the pen and I'll die with the pen and the pad
I am
but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
Thank god we live in the quiet little red-neck poe dunk white trash U.S.A
Can i have 5 tickets to terrance and philippe houses of fire please
*pause* NO
let Nas down
I got defensive on the phone
Resentment was in my tone, fuck it
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like
shoot you, I'm getting away like George Zimmerman
I could go to jail by the color of my pigment
(Uh) You know I stay in my element
It's 2020 I'm running
incidental
It's monumental
In Asia feelin oriental
Around the world we gon floss and buy expensive dental
Hol me back I aint tryna get up on em Jay
But
headache
I swear I'm on the ball like Pele
In a palace like my name Benteke
Might go Jamaica for a bit of live reggae
As long as I've got my people
And a San
to where Satan lives (uh)
Hands on fire when them dice get to shakin', bitch (uh)
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as shit (ugh)
Uh, Baklava never salty
to power through it
c year ago I was struggling, wondering how to do this
Now my album's moving, doing everything on my to-do list
'Bout to live all my
the ladies with burgundy hair get in free!
Heh, I got live on stage
Purple Gang and B.U., let's go!
Feelin' old as ever man I came with a buzz
Two shots,
move me
You gassed off gangsta flicks
You live in the movies
This nigga was talkin' shit until
I pulled my weapon shot him in the park
Now he's
2014
I Took the first right
Left, then right again
Walking down Bay Street
Where the sirens parade
This is Staten Island
Run by Italian
Street gangs
a champagne flute
And by the end of the night
I'll have a new tattoo
Watch me rap on beat in the Florida heat
'Cause I'm the star of the show
Oh, shut up Pete
how
People do to live life
I never understood how
To do the things right
I never had a lot of friends
When I was a kid, I just had one
Then he left
I
at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her ribs
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't
Everything in this world is just love
I know you probably love the bar, right
You love to live that big dog life
You love to live just like a youngin'
I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another posthumous release by Tupac
Which raises the question
Where are these songs coming from?
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac
Which, raises the question
Where are these songs coming
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