Lyrics:
What you want cuz I could cop it?
Kidding bitch you won't get any
Flexing on them, feel the envy
Three chains on my neck to show them that I've won
If
came down from heaven,
Six for the six that couldn't get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for
a door that’s always open
I wanna hold you when your cold inside
As a working class stardom or as a loser
Here we’re all the same, drugged down
n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
I'm a three-time loser, and I'm totin' a gat
They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
Can't rap, game spit - nigga,
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
mama cry
I'm on my toes I know for grind
I wanna blow I wanna get high
The reaper knocking on my door
Should I go and open
They wanna see me down
They
ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh)
Scares the girl by threatening her life (word)
Says 'Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife' (oh man)
Beats in her
"Forget him, don't you know he's a loser?"
Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her? (oh)
Only a fool as described by the Tribe
Here's another
Your mama's front door, scared the hell out of me
Marching up to it, just barely sixteen
They said, "Be back by 10", and at 9:54
I kissed you
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
report
Class C, cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite
My people's eyes
Lola
I, said, yo Lola, swolla
Suave bola, Ayatollah
Saudi Arabia, Coca-Cola
My Rolex watch is ran by solar
Get down, peep my mic technique
Let's
and
If you 'buse it you ain't gonna be able to choose it
'Cause you ain't gonna have it further on down the line
Things ain't gonna be so fine
strong to make a hard call.
And when the others are all fed and watered,
you're still betting and cheering her on.
By then I'll bet you'll be gone.
So I
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See them
loser, abuser, there's few to say
I think I'm losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain't gonna ruin me
With all your stupid,
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
Music
Everything here down Hip Hop/Rap/Rhyme - talk/sing blend
MUSIC: TRACK #: 43806 - I WILL SURVIVE - 3:06
Track/Keywords: Hip Hop, rapper, street
Everybody is a victim of society
Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and variety
Pantomime players in the grand tradition
Winners and losers till
4 doors down
4 doors down
4 doors down
4 doors down
You like drinkin champagne wit a view
We got everything ain't gotta front now
Heard you got
to bring me down
Never once it's always two more
He's knocking at my door again
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
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