Lyrics:
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
Of which they make is more than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse for time for
about times is hard
Come take a trip down my boulevard
At your own risk got niggas that's homeless
But'll leave you scared
Trapped in these bar's
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give the beggar chance at hand
His life is on his lip
Three score a thousand times
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
every Saturday night.
Well times were hard for the working man
Daddy tried to understand.
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl
Well the first time you broke my heart
It took me by surprise
I thought all those songs 'bout love at first sight
Were nothing but a pack of lies
The time is now for me to shine, kids are innocent
Blinded, society got to be reminded of my diary
Cause tragically I carry thee
Misery of centuries that's
your promises and break 'em
Stay out late and come home high
By this time you're on your way
It's going to be over any day
And if you really try, you
And I just can't spend my time
Wondering where he's at, is he okay?
I want to be by his side
But I commit a crime
I need to exclaim
I don't want
can't make a sound
Tie 'em up for the fact that I'm kickin' ass
I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast
My name is Eazy, but I go the hard
they can't MC
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
Triplet syllables for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard
As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin chronic
discussed anyone's reservations)
There was a time when a crime was a crime
But now I think I'm losing my mind
Or taking it all too hard
Taking it all
over ten years have gone by
And you're still mine, we're locked in time
Let's rewind
Do you remember when we first moved in together?
The piano
And it be too much on my mind, I don't even know where I should start
I tell 'em, "I'll be fine," but deep inside, I been scarred
I tatted, "Hard Times
And it be too much on my mind, I don't even know where I should start
I tell 'em, "I'll be fine," but deep inside, I been scarred
I tatted, "Hard Times
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
ain't right
They don't walk by faith man they walk by sight
They die by the knife 'cause they live by the sword
They don't give a damn about filling up
Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me
on the mantle right by the front door you
said if you leave you'd never come back
well baby i dont believe thats were its at
its all of wrong times, all
thought that I'd get hit by this lovebug again
I can't get your smile out of my mind
(I can't get you out of my mind)
I think about your eyes all the time
the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
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