Lyrics:
going one more day
One more day is all I ask
I know I need to stop
Tomorrow may be that task
Today I will put on my mask
Driving down this busy road
Shows
explode
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
Harlem World
Where niggas get the money all day
Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay
Triboro, so
a nigga door, man
And straight bitch-slap 'em
Pull out the 9, nigga
And watch me tap him
Take all the work, and ah B-Dash happy!
Some cliques don't like it
chairs for his dying days
Last meals, no appeals for him to try and stay
On Death Row like Suge and the late Pac
Maybe he could dig a tunnel out
want
Take bad thoughts and shut them out
Cause you don't wanna go down that route
You Can't do it just once or twice
But you'll feel better by the end
cause we worked on our faith
Don't know what it takes no debate
But we ready anyway and we pray day by day
Had the audacity to think it be free
Pretty
pass but you're still in my mind
Ways I never felt, Things I never saw
Now we're both leaving, ye I'm walking out the door
I thought that this could
and I went and did that
Who gon stop Q
Man nobody in his tracks
If I'm gone be great
Gotta step up to da plate
Hit that ball out da park
Like name was
feel like it's catching up
I got to keep running, I got to keep running
Riding in my Chevy, top down on the interstate
Speakers bumping, playing Hov
just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now
I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down
Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never
kangol
Came in the hood ain't a city I can't go
Fuck around get shot down like Rambo
Killing this track they gone need a lot of candles
Big drum
manatees
Than go all out, and show my humanity
What do I say to Phil?
I feel like I'm in a track race
On a Hamster Wheel
And anytime I set place
I'm in
as a satellite
And potent as a planet, G
Digital insanity
Got nighttime bloops and bleeps
Catch my shuttle on the Hubble
As they huddle down to sleep
Three hundred
Quick prayer
Should we do it
Yes
We take one a piece
One hour down and we're already
Broke
Coolest part about it
Was ya boys were
Stoked
Walking by Faith
One
Two
I grew up just west of the tracks
Holdin' me to hold me back
Around your door she's callin' out my name
I come in at 5 a.m.
a middle man
I feel like a killer man
I come out the cut and just drill a man
1, 2, 3, 4 hop out kick door niggas be talking that shit but i'm grabbing
on the table when you chillin for lunch,
And head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
Where I'm from 20 gone by the end of the month,
I get drunk smoke
out
Bitch i don't fit in i stand out
Expand now pimp in distress
Donna man down
Now that's loud for you fucking Ri Ri's
But that's rated R you fucking
fuck
"two" for the peace sign
(3 strikes, you're out)
Casey's at bat with unloaded
Guns in his mouth
As the day grows old we pave this road
When we take
the finger, fuck
Two for the peace sign
3 strikes, you're out
Casey's at bat with unloaded
Guns in his mouth
As the day grows old we pave this road
When we
a trance?
If not, at least you'll get the dance down at the Ballroom of Romance!
Whack fol the dah, now swing your partner, leave your troubles at the door
Young hot nigga they can tell they can tell
Yea I'm on fire yea bitch what's that smell
Straight gasoline like I'm sponsored by shell
Came from
was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
An' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run
But somehow I
by the mass
Stay low but I'm paid, On my own I'm self made
How you do that? They gon keep on asking
I've been running all day, not from no one
I'm
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