Lyrics:
green got yolla
Got purple by the pound haze
Fluffy like your sofa
That's how we move it
Like it ain't nothing to it
Get the work bust it down
And run
Like Friday after next
Mike Epps
Hit the lotto
The freaks come out
Showtime
The apollo
Don't lose your head
On a horse from a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey
ain't thinkin bout tomorrow
Like Friday after next
Mike Epps
Hit the lotto
The freaks come out
Showtime
The apollo
Don't lose your head
On a horse from
hands
Don't live in a Morgue and be a Freeman
Get busy living or get busy dying
Here I go - now is my chance
I won't stop; I won't stop - no
I'll fall
Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.
For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played
by a flute,
Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off
Living inside this woman unknown
But she's scared to let it show
I know it sound like some bug shit (yeah it do)
It's just she come with
Hang-ups
you playing both sides then that's grounds to get you hit
We don't play games we inflict pain if you ain't gang
We ain't just hitting the scene, boy we
dozed off
Watch me as of go off
Want change so get that quarterback
It’s like I’m playing nose guard
Them boys invade your privacy
You bumping that new
only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
out
Roll the motherfucking tape
The beat cut throat razor blade
After scene one scene two
Dawg light never fades
Out here we live for ever
It don't
to do
When the world is ending, you don’t wanna cry like everyday
Continue living reckless, say goodbye in your early age
Feeling pain every day when I
like some pig, boy
Told, my dawg fire up the black, stuff my grabbaleaf wit runtz we get busy on the scene, opps see us and they run
Cut, what's her
get down on my knees, I'm going to try this thing your way
Seen a dying man to proud to beg spit on his own grave
Was he to gone to save?
Did you
stands
I'm never to busy
To make you part of my plans
I'm down for you
Like you down for me
I'm your biggest fan
Take time for a vacate
Spend a few
dont lose your life actin like you tough
But if you must, you an your girl can get a pole up in yall guts
You can get the clip and she can gon an choke
your life, it's slipping by
You try to run but fall again, you get back up, that's living
Today I finally felt like I wasn't in a dream
This ain't
Of course I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course I do
But I get along
You got something on your mind nigga?
Say dat then
Well let me say it without worrying if my label OK it
When Weapon Waist wildin' out, man give him
me fall
Dying in the open as you watch me in the shades to bleed
Look twice to save a life as i plead
I'm just a man who represents the bikers creed
freak in the mini skirt
She was dancing real nasty all the boys like her
You can handle like a dog but you won't get game
You'll only get dog fake
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