Lyrics:
(word up)
Shook one
We live the life that of diamonds and guns (diamonds and guns)
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds (earn funds)
Some
(word up)
Shook one
We live the life that of diamonds and guns (diamonds and guns)
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds (earn funds)
Some
the streets
What you see on TV is a lie
That's not something you wanna live or pattern your life by
But, huh that's too much preachin' ain't it?
You don't
myself
Driven by my own desires I can't blame nobody else
For me to live is Christ to die is gain
Bought with a price so there's only one way
For me
on my drama mama you gon live lavish we well on tha way by the looks of my last hit but i hope im not too late cuz i been sleepin on my rappin cant
on the project walls, all day
(PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's!
Yo this rhyme is dedicated to those ladies
How bad things were copyright 1987
Written By Tupac Shakur and Dana M smith
Thank you
Babies having
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
that's bold...)
[ all ] Fresh, wild, fly and bold
And we'll be that way till we grow old
For the rest of our lives, as long as we live
I'm too raw, while your career
goes up and down like a see-saw, I'm by the seashore
Whoever you wanna be, what you lookin at me for?
I'll Rush your
I'm too raw
While your career
Goes up and down like a see-saw
I'm by the seashore whoever you wanna be
What you lookin at me for?
I'll Rush your
me to unload
So I flip into my mode and rhyme long like a road
See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates
I got rhymes by the crates
grow to become one walking in the ways of dignity
Seems discipline morals and being true has fallen off course
'Cause many are blinded by dollar signs
All the money and fame, eight by tens
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
All
the city, I do not know which way to go/
Even for some Ms I thought about selling my soul/
By my lonely cuz these niggas round here act like hoes/
And other
Besides double D's I don't really fuck with nothing that's fake
I show up drunk in your way
Looking for something to break, bumping to Geto Boys, take
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
Yesterday, feel me, one, three
I’m new to this, give me some time
I need to make my rhyme feel out the beat
You gotta move your feet
I gotta move
if your down come around check the super rhyme
We don't drop dimes
Come and have a funky time
Well it's the 718 and everything is straight
We live
Bad ass ways (you know it motherfuckers)
Real bad ass ways
Real bad ass ways
I'm livin' live on hinges, when niggas in Benzes I'm broke,
I'm
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on, baby
My Young
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on, baby
My Young
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