Lyrics:
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
Life, wit no beginning, as the world stops spinning
? a journey that's never ending
I glance at my baby boy, I can see this in his eyes
The little
draft on shit
Got the mind of a chief
The heart of a soldier
With a rifle got a hell of a range like rover
And the fight
Got a hell of a strike like
been getting dome by sets of twins
One of them is thick the other thin
I'm about to explode
I wake up at night now, but doesn't mean I'm sleep at dawn
The part that enjoys it, on some little joy shit
Nah, it's like, Christian Mingle?
Bitch, I ain't no Kris Kringle
cnd I'll never flip singles
Many rappers
things, Shibuya champ, I'm the Fuka man
Sweeping out the gutters like, looking for a larger pipe
Giving Kawakami right, now she my fucking wife
Sorry Josh
the summertime
Fell asleep with writers block, wake up and write some other lines
And if the rapping fails I’ll just have to find another grind but I don’t think
like that.
We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery.
We don't want to hate and despise one another.
In this world
Gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another.
Human beings are like that.
We want to live by each others happiness, not by each others
OF HOPE AND TRY
AND A LITTLE BIT OF HOMIES BY YOUR SIDE
AND THIS IS ME FROM THE DAY I WAS BORN
ME UNTIL THE DAY I DIE
I SAID JUST TRYNA TELL YA RIGHT –
dimensions, for the one was not gross nor the other arrogant.
Raymond was a man of ample proportions, a little taller than average, with flaxen, slightly curly
used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with
soldier
I'll be marching by your side
I'm not deserting
I'll be there for you
Oh please please believe in this oath of allegiance
Oh, I will be strong for
echo, echo
(Shoulder to shoulder we'll sing out our song)
Together we'll echo, echo, echo
(Shoulder to shoulder we'll all soldier on)
We are all a little
of names and given labels they're dehumanized
That's not Josh Stevens sleeping on the street that's another homeless guy
And you know homeless guys bums
used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with
some guys just arrived.
I felt so much better that I ran to catch the 3:45.
I got to the station, oh, just a little bit late,
When I spotted
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
This the shit that we do
Days of our lives, watch how we move
Days of our lives, we gon takeover
Other little bitchez, y’all need to move over
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
Just tryna get by living in hell
MAC-10s ringing like bells
Mandem sitting in cells
Right, nothing ain't nice
Cold road, everything ice
The other day one
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