Lyrics:
gave your life a theme
I gave you all the actions
So won't you come and dance with me
Until the world has stopped revolving
Until the birds
hurled (Um)
Distance hell to over world (Uh)
The distance from me to you (Um)
Watch your step I'm feeling dangerous
Get in my way knife in your pancreas
Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring
Now everybody come together, join along and sing
[Chorus]
I'm from the ghetto homey
I was raised
[Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
on, get served rawly raw
Sick world living in
Pissing in the whirlpool
Last dollars on this coffee table
But i’m good
Head to the sky, praying like
alone I fear
Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes
Morphin, transformed into a weapon
With something to prove, and a theme song that grooves
Now can I paint with all these colors of my mind
The world's my
hook:
That one day when this world prays human minds ain’t so selfish
That human errors from a point of view fill you in their shoes keep it
from all the lames yeah
I keep focus
Got the magic on me hocus pocus
Your girl wants me yeah I noticed
Our DMs are atrocious
Feels like a robbery cause I
another girl from the ghetto
But I always walk through any door like a winner
Anything I do I shine bright like a diamond
Representing girls that keep
Solo Dolo
It's Nothin Like It
Aye
Appetite the biggest
But somehow they more greedy
I handle everything myself
You ain't gotta seat me
Underdog
Cyrus
But I'm none of that, fuck that
The money couldn't change me
Still the underdog, still the kid
It's the same me
Came from the bottom on my own
And I
-P. Barrett-
One of the greatest four letter words
My eyes have behold and my ears ever heard
I say every other thing come second and third
Love
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
heat your feet, and still add a
Theme with so much steam, it makes sweat pour
From your faces, and the Ace is sure
Gonna do it, as you listen to it
the roof
Raise the roof because it's all on fire
Not done by the sun or electrical wire
Not done by sons stricking matches with
writing code, off by heart
Click, click, rap, tap, generate! Fuel the mood, anticipate
Found in pixels, auto muse, driver image, perfect hues!
From
wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon
How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die
under pressure
From rocking shows
To teaching hoes
How to hide condoms in their dressers
But all this fucking shit is getting to my head though
How you
part ways
Death by silence
Thought it killed everything inside 'em
Thought the damage was done but its pilin'
He's rebuildin' he built up from nothin'
a life
Halfway to the school yard the third person said to her
The other two in front had said they both just wanted sex from her
Conscience screaming turn
on a roll armadillo
Feelin so cool, other side of a pillow
God make the underdog turn to a hero
The big fish getting gobble up by a minnow
The Big Show
Bigger than the Grampians
Underrated, underdog
That's what they stampin him
My arsenal full of gunners
No Bergkamp in him
See I was built for this
My
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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