Lyrics:
It's hard to be real when them cats are make believe
Stop it please, come run wit deez
If you can't feel me, then get up and leave
Cause I'm automated
names.. it's [ ] the champagne
Ya'll niggas is lame.. my niggas ain't sane..
Who you fuckin' with?
[Ja Rule] (01)
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then
So dem a go a dead even if dem run go inna di Bible
You roll wit' Jesus Christ? Mi have twenty-four disciple
Tech, Ruger, Luger, Brico, Beretta,
I'm gettin' paid in USD
I'm a cat with 9 lives
I'm a Puma, I'm a Panther
Son of a Black Panther
Raised by a Queen not in a Palace
In the streets
16
things
Had everything sold by the morning
M5A fly to E16 no I'm never OT in my ends I stay local
And if I'm being honest
I don't care who you are
Fam I
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
If you so hard then why you not working
You not a God, bitch you a merchant
Selling yo soul, just for a purchase
Live by no code,
everything!
And ooh, I’m dumbin’ out!
The fools’ll run they mouth
You run amok, get tummy tucked
Remove your gut and pouch
You know you gotta turn to
Staples
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone
Pac Pac run with us, run with
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone
Pac Pac run with us, run with
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone
Pac Pac run with us, run with
Damn I'm already here that trip went by fast,
I got all these elves staring at me as I drive past,
Now they're tryna stop me, hey your starting
The way I bought the Huracan cash
The car salesmen was so shook
And I'm Luchiano now but back then I never had no luck
I'm meant to be dead right now but
run entirely by white power
And at this time and this hour
What do we have but dead flowers?
Just pipelines and court trials
And tower blocks
a son
And her times is getting hard, cause her son almost won
Heard Patrice, older brother, used to live by the gun
Started fucking with the drugs, doing
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone
Pac Pac run with us, run with
life
I doh wanna live that dream
A run from police with killers and thieves
And you doh live at ease
That dream
Lost at war can’t find peace
And yu
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die
This is all we know
This is how we fight
Born without a home
Nurtured by the night
Dead or alive
Only
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
This
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone
Pac Pac run with us, run with
gonna live for, who it's gonna be
I big inna red shall burry by the sea
In this all Smirnoff rum with Pepsi
You na drunk, but you looking kinda tipsy
Well
My bros, dem trap in the streets (Normal)
Get caught by four of their dons
And we all gave them four, then I made 16
(Ching)
Still got gloves
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
set up by a rat hoe
Got a M-16 with a hundred rounds like I'm Rambo
Up this chop, it'll blow a nigga like some candles
Man, I'm tired than a fuck, yeah
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