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
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
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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
all the same for Billy Kinkaid If he had to do it over, he would do it the same Living in the end He was living in the end Polly and her beauty wasn
it out, yo, check it out I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow (c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla) Simple and plain
dry out The boys have found out It's the end of the line But it's martini time So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r Oh where am I now
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
-r-r-r-att', Soldier like Geronimo Pratt, And come through cockin' tha black pound, When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down,
I look at my hands, I sees ten fingers A finishin touch, much on the TP Here the Three-R-D and the blind see why I flipped and why I ain't with the Klan
never [Lil'Man] You say that I'm tripping Play me like I'm wrong Keep this up and I might be gone Before we end this song [Jay-R] Baby what's up with
BIG I take it back ya dig? I play the block to get my work off D's come I murk off Do a bid for rape fuck that I'd rather jerk off Listen time's money
check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin
stupid, I adjusted in a beat up car Take heads like Wallace D. Farad, holy war scriptures Written in my dialogue, digital vocals I'm far from analog,
R.E.D Forgotten as the inconsistency of your worms H.A.T.R.E.D P. For the Pleasure to watch your end A. For your Agony, so sublimely lingering I. For
help does what he is able And so I did what I could do just to help the people. Perhaps it wasn't understood although it's really simpler How I helped
A-M-B-A, double-S, A-D-O-R To grab mics and drop a bomb on ya Well, Selah's the way I can drop some calm on ya buss it Pause think about the infinite,
and I swatch the street I was feeling kind of chilly so I bought me some heat Fuck with made niggas cause thats all I know And I'ma beats my hoe if she
