you go life, and then there you are Life is hard, you know the truth Old age creeps up, robs you of your youth Through sheer luck we survive I'm surprised
Translation: D.R.I.. No End.
Round you go life, and then there you are Life is hard, you know the truth Old age creeps up, robs you of your youth Through sheer luck we survive I'm
I ain't got mills, but I got a couple of thou' I ain't got a gun, but I bet I fuck you up now Fucking with I, have you niggas touching the sky Wings on
for Polly D'Vane She had to do it over she'd do it all the same, She was Living in the End, Yeah Living in the End Are you alright darling, alright
And I didn't have long to live I'd appreciate the time we've shared And I won't want you to shed a tear If the road was coming to an end And I couldn
stilletos We takin over like Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I
, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't
I ain't a nigga That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum 'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I
hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen Wildstyle dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean? I started crashin' rap contests Shootin
ya Late at night, I talk to you You will know the difference when I You know, I used to dream about this when I was a little boy I never thought it
the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1 I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I
right way To make a sad nite end If my mind was being read She made a natural move As if I'd said Wanted to slow dance My mind is on romance And I want
you getting' money, you don't have a care Now r-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger Young black
why I keep the upper hand And this is the reason why I sell this To keep you motherfuckers jealous They can't cope with a nigga like me Tha D the motherfuckin
T. McRea / R. Smith / P. Greenwood Why did I always depend on you When I knew that you'd end In another's arms? As a rule I'm no fool But it seems where
uppercuts jabs hits and hey niggaz Cause I'm weird they call me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker and I break a Bean, but I'm not from Boston I'm stronger
ya, back and forth like a shaker I'm a slave to the rhythm's breakin off I get the job done - but some days I wanna take off D be like, "We ain't got
