Lyrics:
The bright moon was shinin', the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend
The young outlaw's life is now come to an end
There's many
and
Said, "Okay, wait, hmm
I may not want to be 40 years old
Rapping the hip hop fans may not
Want to hear me when I'm 40 years old rapping
So I'm going
did
Way out in New Mexico a long time (D) ago
When a (G) man's only friend was his (D) own forty- (G) four
Now when Billy the Kid was a very young lad
When the going gets tough, the tough get going
In any season whether sunny or it's frozen
My friend, do you remember?
My friend, do you remember?
a switchblade knife
For forty-three dollars, my friend lost his life
Ohhh I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in the dude's eye
Shoot him with my mother f****n old
You the same little shawty that I wanted
She appreciate it love me when I bought it
Put a brand new 40 inch right by your two piece
We been rolling
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
bring some of yo friends
You know I got ends
But bitch I ain't trying to spend
Just tryna stick my dick in
Hold up setting a trend
Talk to the dick moan
let an anchor drop
Never had a home
Never talk to strangers
Never trust a friend
This is the life and the life will not end.
Money Money Money
for or them, nah nah
Won't stop til it ends
Won't stop til it ends, ahh ahh
We gon for yo friends
We got many men, yeah yeah
Ahh, we got many men
We gon
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"
"At a youth club in South London
Not far from
trust a friend
This is the life and the life will not end
(Money money money money money money)
(Good as new, good as new, good as new
Good as new)
Next
The mystic majestic, left right, left kid
Jeru the Damaja
Ayo, sup?
Yo, wassup, son?
I heard some crabs all in it, talking about how you drink 40
ain't pounding nothing but cakes
And that's that
The tortoise beat the hare in the end
And that's facts
They used to be friends but couldn't settle
ain't your bros look around
Where your friends at
How you show me fake love I couldn't pretend back
Had to end that, it's wrap like when they send packs
in the DeLorean, fast forward n' see how this story ends
I said
Hop in the DeLorean, we gonna chop up samples till our forties man
Making beats with
know better
Unless you bout to bring that freaky friend in go get er
She want forty for a fuck she a typical thot
You see the bottom of her butt when
than just friends
And now I watch you from a distance
Clicking when I see your story
Driving too fast on the highway of life
Think I'm going 95 in a 40
I
you'll fall, I'm your friend for life
The temperature never ends to rise
The stress is seismic, I'm that ride or die
It's genuine, forget the thanks, don't
do for them
If you lucky enough to have some then
You know what I'm talkin' bout
Friends, how many of us have them
And not that many
The chances
We stay good friends, we get too wavy
All I know is that when this cup ends, the next one begins
My bae, you know me and you knew me back then
We stay good friends, we get too wavy
All I know is that when this cup ends, the next one begins
My bae, you know me and you knew me back then
go by what they hear not heard
I’m calling up 54 splurge aka truckload he coming to purge
I came from the bottom up from the dirt ya them was the old
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