Lyrics:
of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin
been listening to nursery rhymes
And phonics, I was studying ebonics
Taught by the greatest Big L
Who taught me that criminal slang
Coming straight from
Now first off, Hip Hop lives 'cuz I ain't dead yet
It just looks different depending on your perspective
True M.C.'s exist, but I do see alotta corny
Think I die every night I'm a zombie in this bitch
Well, I'm a zombie girl I need that brain
So sorry that you really got to feel that way
Way I rhyme
through this many rhymes
Buyin Up Jordan's
Only time they've seen a finish line
I was appalled
The way you really didn't get it, I
Had to move on
Cause you
up rhymes
And I thought I could never live without you
I don't have to make up lies, and you don't have to make up rhymes
And I thought I could never
dirty, then go take a bath.
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme.
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese,
Have
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makers of the way we
(Do what I gotta do)
Stay alive in these times and write rhymes through hard times
(Do what I gotta do)
I'm out and about bouncin', makin' it all
Yeah
DLobs
Just Listen
Yeah
Please
Roll up get down
Blunt talk earl Grey
They say all day
To live your life your way
Some hold cold Steel
Grow ill
and spacing out
Just lost in my mind tryna right a rhyme
Stop by the store
On the way home
Buy some eye drops
So my parents won't know
When I get home going
live and die by the motto, let none survive
Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up
You can have that for free before I take your best offer
sit on the shelf
I want like 30 mil by the time that I'm 30 inside of my bank account
I got like 40 ways I could die by tomorrow, drop 31 under my belt
the way that I live I been fed up, I'm stacking this cheddar
Not talkin' 'bout john, but when I get drunk I like rockin' a 'Fella
(I know your sad and tired
my niggas in
When you live by the code watch how the hate come In
I pray I never die in a tragic way
I'll put the city on that you hardly say
Some
ain't no reason no, there ain't no rhyme
So why don't you just live your life and I'll live mine
Born here in the country I know my way around
Me, I'm
how I live
If we ain't gettin mathetmatics somethin got to give
Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live
Is no way to live, resort to Plan
on the menu, do your self a favor
Grab that shit kid, don't hold back now
Everybody else did, ain't it just wack how
J-Live records, so hard to come by
Stay
by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet
Then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
Way like them
to last me
To the end of the week
I live by the beat like
You live check to check
If you don't move yo' feet then I don't eat
So we like neck to neck
Yes we
a pound a day
I don't fuckz with you, so get the fuck out my way
High till I die, get money every day
I'm heard by the best, they call me the merchant
takin'
That shits free with an LP in circulation
And we be wastin' time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
an answer in rhyme rhyme rhyme
Who is this I see sneaking up on me
Maybe its my plan I came to change the man
Conspiracies hear me shout the truth through
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