There's a note underneath the front door That I wrote twenty years ago Yellow paper and a faded picture And a secret, in an envelope There's no reasons
no bale of hay for the stable. Well, the light, it is failing along the green belt as we follow the hard road signs. Semi-detached in our suburban-ness we're living
s revolution, but they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close out eyes; outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living
going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all across the land There's no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year
, G" Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood 'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months" Can't live
back So it's only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years
street with a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live
G To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O Drop A 4 In A 20 Ounce And Call It
House full of things, house full of bitches Switch another lane, nigga, flip it all the time Hundred on the watch, 20 years on my grind Blood is my
Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night time talking off your tight Have have a ''G'' night night Getting head on a flight flight 20
are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap Is it a finger snap? Rr the same 808 clap And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When 13 year olds control the remote
' live like it's out of style And I got stamina so I'ma be here for a while 20 years old, but I stroke it like I'm 35 20 years old, but I stroke it like
but I'm not well. And I'm so hot, 'cause I'm in hell. I'm not sick, but I'm not well. And it's a sin to live so well. ["Ghetto Supastar (That Is
Oh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al And he lived in a sewer with his hamster pal But the sanitation workers really didn't approve So he packed
don't live it on regrets I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a threat I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life