Lyrics:
Ronquillo
© 2002 by Jamie Stevens and Rodney Ronquillo
verse 1:
You say I don't ever see you
You say that I don't notice who you are
But I don't ever have
to say, about how I live my life
Get this right the reason that I ride alone, is cause half of you niggaz ain't right
Shife maybe just a tad bit, see I
live to see another day
[MC x1]
[chorus x1]
You'd better believe [x2]
Better believe
You'd better believe
"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
A tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
And there are others, that
without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen, my life has just begun
A nightmare flick, visions of swingin' the pool stick
Depicted by near death, I
ghetto history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now
he was impressed by the view ! The King and his Wife, Klepsydra, were sittinng on two golden thrones. Each throne was shaped like the number nine.
The king of the cards
King of the castle
King of the barstool
Liked by all known but he thinks he’s an arsehole
Pass the parcel to Jimmy
Everybody pass
(written by jim beauhall and s. johns)
Miss June's old gray two-story
Stands at the edge of town
Its weathered boards could use a coat of paint
Gots me intimidated, I've got things to say
And I can't say 'em
Rather make this slow jam and play it
Dedicate it to you by the man who made it
Let me
that I'm OK, I'm special,
I'm exceptional, I'm gifted.
I get my hair cut by my mom, I look so smart.
I like being different from all the rest who
My life's been sad
and blue for, oh, so long
Each day seems like
a life time all alone
Strange to think
that you could be someone who
Is all
see who stabs me in my back
Face hot, told my nigga, "Slap me if I lack"
A lot of niggas ain't down, that's an honest fact
All I make is honest
My life's been sad and blue for, oh, so long
Each day seems like a life time all alone
Strange to think that you
Could be someone who
Is all alone
shelves
4 to 12, get you the safe paper
Here's the idea, I'm Poison Pen
Yeah stay right there man
I live with no string, breath easy
You get loud, I get
This track goes out to any one who has a dream
Mr. Criminal had a dream
But it seem like no matter what
Something would always get in the way
You
where
We don't care say your prayers
Cos I live for the stairs
And just have a seat and a chair
I will do anything for your approval
Sever my aura, it's
look who I get on tracks
You niggas ain't getting us
Fruit don't fall far from the tree though
We traveling city city
Which don't matter we had
Them that
what's happenin'
Got a 400K in cash, they said I trap it in
Four bruddas in two years, tell me how them boys are managin'
Free by the guys in Allen (yo)
away
They turn out to be beautiful
By the light of day!
Why not-
Shine, shine, shine a light!
On your deepest fears!
Let in sunlight now
aligned
Nostradamus was a white man's prophet
Who predicated European supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador columns
Killed more innocent
away
They turn out to be beautiful
By the light of day!
Why not
Shine, shine, shine a light!
On your deepest fears!
Let in sunlight now
and then we called the cops
on our neighbours who did nothing but live next door to us?
And now as we sift through the wreckage again,
and work out what's
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