Fast Life(feat. Andre Rison)
Yeah Word No doubt Yo... yo...
Wally champ so amazin, the suede shoelacin up in the Sheraton, just got hit for five years probation I got a dental appointment at two o'clock there go my gold ring Much later catch a flick or go hoeing Yo there's somethin heavy on my mind from last night's crime Spoonface shot Gel in the back with Kiv's nine It was two men, tighter than a hiker with Tims Like blood brothers, problem was they lust each other woman For instance, Gel seen Spoon in DeMoore He wet his whiz(tle), got his seed an headin towards the door They came out of eye, face to face, they embraced Gel blew a kiss and looked Spoon girl in the face Her face lit up, and grinned with a smile like what? That sneaky f--k, same bitch that got my man hit up Out in Brownsville, where the thug life live to kill Where bodies is worth two for five cause it's real Fast life...
Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast life, that's the only thing I know Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast Life, that's the only life I know
Yo my man got more power than gunpowder with ammunition Blowin up the fireworks and the n----z ambitions On the come up, she gettin done up, behind closed doors Doin freaky s--t, on elevator floors I want her, like Sonny wanted Cher She was his diamond piece, sex wasn't for lease Rest in peace, somebody came up deceased R.I.P. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways God couldn't save F-A-K-E, L-O-V-E Fake love you see Never lasting through eternity Living life in the fast lane The fast life... it's the fast life Fast life
Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast life, that's the only thing I know Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast Life, that's the only life I know Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast life, that's the only thing I know Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go Fast Life, that's the only life I know
Box In Hand (Remix)(feat. Street, Method Man)
Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks No doubt The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo
From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black asian Which location keeps circulating I want the twin power after day shit on his mason A God steam represent the gummy with the green who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a bean Sir Ballentine, lookin at this bitch walk behind The thing that's fucked up appeal us that's wine They turn around take my last pull off the L these niggas on the block keep looking at me well But they want the jewel it ain't hard to tell I'm recognize his face, he actin like Denzel But fuck him, I went to check low for chop on a ball gone the size like faith up top Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor fame Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a right
When you walking down the street with your - Box in your hand and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the clapping
Street's running through your dancehall gunning like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons for pumping - that watered down substance Beef there's slugs finger creeping making moves like Crying Freeman Prince of thieves, earth's third seed Heavyweight like golden fleeces homicides stroll the street If Luther preached it, look at the thugs holding heat In the city beef got me plotting trilogy To the smoke enemies sneak attacks I'm beyond and above that Seen that done that, respect black I catch a slug to your hardhat lounging in the everglades, surfing the airwave Catch a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftly Shaolin cats be shiesty, strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey
Rest your headpiece on this one sun cough up a lung Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you done I'm looking at these cuthroat kids and how they live It's like we was partners in spades and you renege Can't fuck with no nigga like that he get me jack Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black I'm looking in the half of right and roll tight fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25 To life on this mic device ain't nothing nice a mixture of long wild rice and no spice Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it, flip it daddy long dick-ed, slide A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches You thought weak but meant wicked Niggas choke off my second hand smoke lifted everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm Hit me with the eighteen bronze, buddah palm About to blow like Napalm, before your arm Prepare for the warfare, or buy a share Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah Johnny about to go there need another year Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here
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