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you're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
Well the kid walked up
this life
(If you feelin like a pimp nigga
Go and brush your shoulders off)
(Ladies is pimps too
Go and brush your shoulders off)
Trying to make ends
Niggaz lootin', we ain't coppin a thing
And if I'm locked in the bing, a nigga not gonna sing
I got a lot of things on my mind, dollar signs, life
N****z lootin', we ain't coppin a thing
And if I'm locked in the bing, a n**** not gonna sing
I got a lot of things on my mind, dollar signs, life
to sleep
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design
My my ny (New york!)
Whatsup? (New York City)
What's good?
What's new?
What's real?
controlled by the DJ on the mic
I love hip-hop and every joint he playing is tight
A day in the life is a brick in the foundation of like
A maze in Egypt
by the song he make
Some of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lake
And on the other hand, some of them screaming "Keep it real"
Their
Just your ass, your hips, your lips, my dick tip, my black balls
Dribblin' and dippin' em in your jaw
Scribblin' word rhymes, the crowd givin' applause
to give
Long as we're hand in hand your my man I'm your girl
Ready to conquer the world
[Chorus]
Our love is mystical like galaxies you can't touch
Thank you Brooklyn, thank you world
Yeah, yeah there it is
Turn my voice up in the top a little bit
It feel good to be back
What's up ochenta?
She sat back and blew six in that boy face
I want you, my dear
No, I won't leave you lonely
You hold your head up high
I won't let go 'cause I
lack, melanin's my evidence
In order to effective, with your words you must be selective
'Cause showin' and provin' is the Prime Directive
Movin'
me to be half assed in the motions
Toasts should happen every morning
I’ma cheers to the moments
Every year that goes by is more golden
Hold it
Water
my hands
That I’ll be in a moment like player with chance
Now and forever
Forget about what is not matter
We deserve the whole universe in our hands
(keeping it real)
Yeah! (keeping it real)
Westside!
Is brooklyn in the house? (check it out)
What about queens in the house?!? (inglewood!)
Manhattan
strike, they duck under.
I’ll be on a flight soon, bringing my wave to Russia.
Wanting the world to be yours is the mind of a hustler.
Chechen Republic,
the hand of God"
Break it down
Your whole life's in the hand of
Your whole life's in the hand of God
My ex girl, I've been seeing, I've been seeing
be tested
He was preaching to the choir I was in the tenor section like
We had a hard time with it
Me and my niggas
Life ain't even been kind with it
Tragically struck down in my prime
By the speed at which the bags are dropping
Shoulda watched the sky
You don't wanna live this life, it's really not
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
sisters
Then the thought made me sick, what if I was his victim
See my whole life, I have always sang in the choirs
I even sang in my school, I always sang
Welcome to the funeral, yeah
Closed casket as usual
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
The choir's singin' musicals
Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in
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