Pulling this watch as faces go. Pulling in a word and done it slow this other time. I see your face is silent. Oh, we go away and play. What have you done.
My mother told me 'fore she passed away. Said, "Son, when I'm gone, don't forget to pray. 'Cause there'll be hard times, hard times, woah, yeah, yeah.
My mother told me. Before she passed away. Said son when I'm gone. Don't forget to pray. 'Cause there'll be hard times. Lord those hard times. Who knows better than I?.
She asks me 'round to have a bite to eat,. When i get there, she's invited the street.. She gives me hard times,. But when she loves me, she loves me..
Well, I recall days in the city. And I think back, oh what a pity. Rememberin' how it wasn't pretty. Everyday life in the city. . Out in the street we had to take it.
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears. While we all sup sorrow with the poor. There's a song that will linger forever in our ears.
Who put this shit together?. . I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that. Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at. Never goin' ta school all kinda bullshit.
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Gotta bar lean, I'm looking mean. I need a drink, I've gotta drink to think. You say I'm drunk but that's me in the mirror. Looking for a fight who says "...".
Well, you know the boss was a good man,. But kindness on it's own don't pay.. "you can figure you're part of the cut-back". Was all that he could say..
No one expected the unexpected, yanawumsaying?. Something real, something you could feel. Straight from the Suave House. Representing. Put a little soul in here.
He, he, he, yeah. . What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe?. Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know. Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock.
Ooh la la, Bangladesh. Heyyy. . See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich. Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit. Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes.
I ain't got a nickel to call mine. The government has made me pay my tax on time. They've taken all my bread and left me here for dead. I ain't even got a lousy dime.