And my hair was stripped to grey Friday tried to wipe my tears away from my eyes But still I had to cry I had to nothing to show for my life But these
the bitches I'm rapping now reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days
for the good times, good times This is to the good life (baby) This is for the good times, good times This is to the good life (good life) This is for the good times, good
all the currency I'll never even get to see This fast life soon shatters Cause after all the lights and screams Nothing but my dreams matter Hoping for better days
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll
butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life
You Back In, But Tonight Im Like No, Ohh, Uh Uh Uh Ohh, My Box Has Opened, My Body Has All Said Yes, I Hate This Mess, Boy You Just Aint No Good For Me
you gave up hip-hop Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop while my sales makin records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week
[Chorus] She said she's born to be wild And she can't be tamed All she wants in life is fortune and fame So she keeps on moving Moving right along Even
it up Then I'm back up on it, sippin that tonic, baby fill my cup And ya don't stop, git it, git it I say don't stop, git it, git it Party don't sleep 7 days a week
up Then I?m back up on it, sippin that tonic, baby fill my cup And ya don?t stop, git it, git it I say don?t stop, git it, git it Party don?t sleep 7 days a week
Yes. It's so nice to see you again. You know what this guy used to do? You know what his idea of a good time was in those days? He would run up onto the
in Peace" I let everybody from Snoop to Busta know A car crash just claimed the life of Justo They say the good die young, if you know like I know Live your life
those inglorious days when heroes weren't zeros. Before fair was square. When the cavalry came straight away and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days
My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show
