ask his mama I'ma mourn you, till I join you, up in heaven Mean while, I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh [Chorus - 2x] R.I.P., I be forever repping
a soldier I'm pimping a pen from living in sin, so niggaz like my song Chef Ro-V up in the kitchen, so these cluckers like my stones Mo City Texas that
game lying sayin he goin get the same thang if you ain't ridin wood, and leather, your ride ain't hittin a plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin
the sallow moon's glow My silver palomino Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground I lie in bed and listen to the sound Of the west Texas thunder
and now it's lookin' like hella-smoke under aid they lettin' me pass the velvet rope and it's like getting reckless feeling like a lone star Texas (
And now it's lookin' like hella-smoke Under aid they lettin' me pass the velvet rope And it's like getting reckless Feeling like a lone star Texas [
Fillmore East, June 1971] [includes quotes from The Untouchables (Riddle), The Battle Hymn Of The Republic (Steffe/Howe) and Strawberry Fields Forever
Yeah I?m out that Brooklyn, now I?m down in Tribeca Right next to Deniro, but I?ll be hood forever I?m the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can
(by Jay-Z) Yeah Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
[Jay-Z] Yeah, Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn, now Im down in Tribeca, right next to DeNiro, But i?ll be hood forever, I?m the new Sinatra, and since i made
(feat. Alicia Keys) Yea [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new
I'ma break bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y'all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever
niggas...Big Lake...whattup nigga...this goes out to the big dreamers...ain't nothin' new man..we been doin' this...this shit gon' keep goin' on forever
(Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys) Yea [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
a guitar string Jingling jangling with your mental I'm mangling If you hating on the beat, or the lyrics that I'm singing Like a four pound hot shot straight through Texas
we touch down right next to my hometown D-town (Detroit) Eastside St. Louie (St Louie) Spokane get ya money man tic-tock Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas
Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday (What about Texas?)
badly Now this is common in Cali because the homies is savy Bitches be givin' money to niggaz and callin 'em Daddy She in a brand-new Lexus, just moved from Texas