Lyrics:
grace
It is by grace
Let us go through all the difficult situations
It is by grace
It is by grace
Thanks be to life for life
It is by grace
It is by grace
your guap at?
Where your guap at?
Patek, Audemars, Rollie, I can cop that
All these niggas talk this bread, but it's not that
Niggas cappin' for
Really livin' what he rap, uh
Really livin' what he rap (real)
These bad bitches sure make life worth livin' (for real)
This fuckin' money sure make
(yuh)
Yeah (yuh, yuh, yuh), yeah
Uh (why?), Uh (why?), Uh (why?), Uh (why?), Uh (why?)
This the life I chose (life I choose)
Call me Kleenex in
They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs
Since I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love?
I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun
"Aye"
Aye!
So sing a song
Let's hear it for Merano
Merano! Soprano
Alto, tenor, bass agree
We're wholesome
What a happy haven
This is a place where your
movin
I'm flippin hella units, nigga this is mob music
(That's a good look for you!) Got up out the game
Still spittin major slang, holla at'cho potnah
thing, I, pray, for, change
And my players in this game it's insane, how this 'caine
Is bringing em pain, youngin' doing time dying by this grind
A-T-L,
(Hot)
I'm way to ill for this shit
Blowing me up, got high as a blimp (High high)
I'm lethal like a shark in this bitch, ain't got no time with these
gang (gang gang), I got mob ties (mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted JJ with a Palm Pilot
All this money on my mind, I
gang (gang gang), I got mob ties (mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted JJ with a Palm Pilot
All this money on my mind, I
Blinded by the light, going on ecstasy
If it wasn't for this gangsta shit I wonder where the west will be
4 1 3 don't wanna die stand next to me
All the commas
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Ooh, hmm
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
Three in the morning po-po at my door
I'm wonderin' if
My hair gettin' longer, my game gettin' stronger
A nigga been on one, I thank God
'Coz life in the city of stars is gettin' hard
And it's odd for
about is letting everything be however life serves it
I can't fight no more, I already lost this fight
And you telling me to never give up and give hope
when they ask for pictures
Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is
too soon
Watch what I do to em
Like Kobe in the 4th
I'm so clutch how i move thru em
Rest in peace to the king
This life is so short
It's a rattling
to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
And you'll see how wo lock this
Chorus
Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
D3mon
And a well known addict
Try to talk down
I'll have you scattered
All around my attic
I just wanna end my life
Cause this shits too problematic
I
Yo! This is the mighty Nutcracker, no doubt
Check it out
It is ok that we make mistakes
No one on this level is perfect
It is okay to cry
the life is really hard on a boy word to GOD
Yo I tell em I'm the best but I'm broker than Assad
but
When I think about it there's no need for me to SOB
Cos
Of a drunken, baying Loyalist mob looking for Fenian blood to let.
V2. The R.U.C. were warned that night of trouble in the town,
But they sat in their
ain't acting right
Said I want the smoke bring it all on site
Girl Bring it
This not school this is real life prepared for every course of its wrong
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