Lyrics:
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
da club close at 3
Whats the chance of you rollin wit me
Back to the crib
Show you how I live
Lets get drunk forget what we did
I'mma buy you a drank
imaginary end
P-R-I-M too live for T.V
I-T-I on the grind since G3
V-E find me, rhyming freely
Rappers try and they strive to be me
P-R-I-M too live for T.V
this game is to live or die
In L.A. once upon a drive-by
[ CHORUS: The Godfather Rock TE ]
Once upon a drive-by it was me and the Ganxta are?dd
MC's
I checked Carolinas was hood
Last time I checked Little Rock was hood
Last time I checked Nattown was the hood
But them rappers don't live there they
chak man life
Coca cola with d vodka na chak man life
Ah jes wan live dis life bo da chak man life
1, 2, 3, bottles of Hennessy
Real chak man sam u star
the real live bitches all across the map
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm on the roll like butter
Flow gutter, fuck what
Dhagad'.
O Lord Mahesh, Bearer Of The Moon, May I Meditate Upon Your Name Every Moment.
3.
हिमेंद्र पुत्री पार्वती अर्धांग में विराजती
हैं डोलते गगन धरा,
the hill is real gettin live
Still sittin by still gettin high
Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her
That I can stop doin drugs long
bitch
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw
VERSE 3 ]
Rock a jam and emotion elevate and increase
Jettin words by the syllable, piece by piece
pronunciation is related, rhymes are updated
Don't
Totin' these bottles and goin' full throttle
Damn, this party's 'bouta get live
Better make the shots now, It's 10 'til 5
Lemme hit up all the crew
Lay out
Totin' these bottles and goin' full throttle
Damn, this party's 'bouta get live
Better make the shots now, It's 10 'til 5
Lemme hit up all the crew
Lay out
and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I ain't the nigger to step to
I'm catching bodies and the next one
fuckin' mouth when you come shop 'cause you'll get rolled in here
Bando servin', it ain't nothin' but pounds and fuckin' mold in here
Grabbed lil' mama by
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it
The only way to live
If you really think about it
Every move is humble wit' precision
triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man (life)
Feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice (bitch)
And I left her ass on read,
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
a suicidal attempt
And on the real live tip you're just another whimp
I cause earthquakes when I rock old breaks
I flip on snakes cause I got what it takes
And I don't even care, so
Okay, rock, rock, put a stop to it
Paper face, 'cause he burning lungs to it
Don't faze me, I'm in another planet
Get me
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