Nas lyrics
Nas lyrics
"Life We Chose lyrics"
Tortoise And The Hare lyrics
You know he's moving fast, Be he's still going slow, He's ahead in the race, And there is not far to go, And your load is so heavy And your legs want to rest. It's all right, it's all right, it's all right. You think he's way up in front But he's so far behind. He's asleep in the grass, And he's run out of time. While your load was so heavy You never wanted to stop. It's all right, it's all right, it's all right. Your f
[Nas]You know he's moving fast, Be he's still going slow, He's ahead in the race, And there is not far to go, And your load is so heavy And your legs want to rest. It's all right, it's all right, it's all right. You think he's way up in front But he's so far behind. He's asleep in the grass, And he's run out of time. While your load was so heavy You never wanted to stop. It's all right, it's all right, it's all right. Your f
To my niggaz.. huh..
We all we got..
Let's hold it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with, y'know?
Yo..
[Chorus: Nas]
It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
and the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
and the only way out, is death or goin broke
This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo..
(but yo..) this life is the only life I know [echoes]
[Nas]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Gold bathtubs, makin love to my Queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine
Closets, full of rockets and submachines
Take this nigga out the projects, a
I'm A Gangsta lyrics
(feat. Dino, Halleluyah, Pop, Ruga) [Chorus] Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga White tees on the block, 23's on the drop And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga [Master P] My lifestyle gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom nigga I learned the game but it wasn't from Godfather [Pop]nd his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast
Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin
Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
They never know we enemies until they hear me say it
Til they kid's on the phone sayin, "Please daddy pay it"
Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence
It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo these streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles
Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a fool if your main b
And you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef?
Nobody rollin wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, cause you fucked her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
What's trust, when they seperate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you claimin he's fam'?
What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They blaze purpl
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire
But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
til you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he's old enough to bust slugs?
Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse
when he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin older player, look at those who gave up
[Chorus]
(feat. Dino, Halleluyah, Pop, Ruga) [Chorus] Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga White tees on the block, 23's on the drop And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga [Master P] My lifestyle gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom nigga I learned the game but it wasn't from Godfather [Pop]
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast
Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin
Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
They never know we enemies until they hear me say it
Til they kid's on the phone sayin, "Please daddy pay it"
Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence
It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo these streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles
Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a fool if your main b
Monitor lyrics
Monitor outside For the people inside A prevention of crime A passing of time They come and they go It's a passing of time They come and they go Whilst we sit in our homes Sit back and enjoy The real McCoy Our new air of authority Our sentinel of misery His facewas full of intent And we shook with excitement Then the victim stared up Looked strangely at the screen As if her pain was our fault But that's entertainment What we crave for inside No more seco
tch is easy to fuckMonitor outside For the people inside A prevention of crime A passing of time They come and they go It's a passing of time They come and they go Whilst we sit in our homes Sit back and enjoy The real McCoy Our new air of authority Our sentinel of misery His facewas full of intent And we shook with excitement Then the victim stared up Looked strangely at the screen As if her pain was our fault But that's entertainment What we crave for inside No more seco
And you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef?
Nobody rollin wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, cause you fucked her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
What's trust, when they seperate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you claimin he's fam'?
What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They blaze purpl
40 Orange Cookies lyrics
40 orange cookies, some are black and some are white What would it take to make them all turn out just right? 40 orange cookies, sittin' on my bed One took off, the others followed, went straight for my head [repeat above verse] Here we go Well, (?) for fifteen hours, out in that field Tell me now how do you think that piece of metal feels? Well, I've seen myself scattered on the road You drive over but you don't even know 40 orange cookies 40 orange coo
haze with em the next day?40 orange cookies, some are black and some are white What would it take to make them all turn out just right? 40 orange cookies, sittin' on my bed One took off, the others followed, went straight for my head [repeat above verse] Here we go Well, (?) for fifteen hours, out in that field Tell me now how do you think that piece of metal feels? Well, I've seen myself scattered on the road You drive over but you don't even know 40 orange cookies 40 orange coo
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire
But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
til you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he's old enough to bust slugs?
Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse
when he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin older player, look at those who gave up
[Chorus]
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