my sister In my eyes he dissed her You know I wasn't havin that shit I clocked his crib and then I planned the hit He lived in the backstreets not to
[Scarface] "In other words I'm heartless dude" "In other words I'm heartless" [x2] [Stretch] Now let me start this, from out the darkness, and rip apart
Living on dreams Living on dreams Living on dreams Living on dreams Don't take it so seriously It'll never happen anyway Revolution in your living room
I don't wanna live, when you appear take my soul) (Just go, I wanna come home) [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] (Amerie) (I don't wanna live) Rather actin
' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad
with It's goin down tonight in the village, and I can see this shit So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad "Get your shit together, nigga, we finna
a real thug And see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal Slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin' To think of somethin', other then
this at home kids, I zone with ET's And other alien type of MC's So throw your shit up in the sky 'Cause Redman's about to get live, like one-two-five
That leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through That other shit, makes them other
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where
juss wanna roll, pockets on swoll, Hit the strip club wit mad money to blow Yea I know its cold, but I live a code MONEY OVER BITCHES, my squad before
Sometimes I don't feel like livin It's not easy to pretend I don't know what to do [Noreaga] Why the good they gotta die so young Foul niggas live a
For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah
[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect to
-Live was sparked Making pause mix demos with my main man mark Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too I was the herb of the crew, then I
6'1" weigh a buck 70 catch me in spots yall niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens day performing acapella, no dj 98 live
live in not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others
