This is life on T.V. (go,go,go) This is life on T.V. Kick Back With Me Smile to the Camera Don't Tap Your Weave Or fact to the factory (?) Cuz This
[Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] There's 8 million stories in every city And Americans love to watch it on TV There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos Teenage
in She was cussing and pacing and wasting her life On that linoleum floor He took him back to his old apartment Turned off the TV His beautiful broken hero on
glocks, shit's thick What's the next move? My life's on the line Bullets in their clips and none in mine Sirens on, once again it's on I fell and then
, playin' the game About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it My life, do ya feel what I feel? My life, a black girl's ordeal my life Do ya
he sucked his thumb, smooth for the kid laced with the big guns Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run Plus he ill in the drums, heartburn for life
years, all of a sudden I'm hot 'Cause the only time you see me is probably when I'm on TV Smokin' the Cohiba on the deck of a yacht Nigga, you could
they ain't 'bout the diamonds shit He gon' commercial Who the fuck you think you rhyming with? I got the drama kid and my Obama whip Bitches running up on
can't front on nobody cause I pulled on a woolah Back in '86, first, foremost and final Rhyming on the corner, all I want to be's on vinyl I bum rush
. if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em. guess what end of the stick I'm on. ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every TV screen? four legs
me, hogging up my THC In my hood, everybody got a PHD I count on my fingers, how many niggaz got a GED My life done work more, than TV, and the DVD Fuck
choke eat yo seads the sheats from the bed. You in the kitchen missing a piece of your head,ill turn the tv on then eat in yo frige, lay you out on the
in" She was cussin' and pacin' And wastin' her life at that linoleum floor He took him back to his old apartment Turned off the TV His beautiful broken hero on
inside the subways More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope Now my sons on the run, he's a wanted
sure the singer for the Kingsmen didn't know ?em either, If he did know ?em he didn't get ?em right on the record Cause on the record they sound jumbled
sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn for life
