sacred precious time Living from day to day without a single sign Would I lie? Oh, no One word, one letter, one line And I'd feel a whole lot better One
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sacred precious time Living from day to day without a single sign Would I lie? Oh no One word, one letter, one line And I'd feel a whole lot better One
of you And the wind has been blowin' And the wind has been blowin' Oh, play your guitar, baby Play your guitar, baby, Get me off this farm, baby, take
one blink of black I'd rather live in gray than go back Why go back And all the pain that clothed me Reminds me your motives attack But baby there
She once like animal I can walk but be so free She walks in like menopause But I can walk like them She looks like a well-worn one I can be one by one
Can I make money motherfucker? (Yeah) Is that alright wit'chu? (No doubt) Can I travel? (Word, Skull and Bones) Can I have a nice motherfuckin car? (Hell
do whatever it is the fuck you call it As long you get out the fuckin' way, let Cypress come through Word, yeah, we gonna call this one 'The Riot Starter
gotta say a word I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' I don't take shit from no one My mother did drugs, tar, liquor, cigarettes and speed The baby
like cantaloupe and canopy beds And glad bags, yeah, glad to be back 'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn word
words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sents' they say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun if that's the case then get a bigga one
you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Poverty will make your ass bet on words
My words are like weaponry on a record ----- My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words
That was the warm (that was the warm up baby) Aiight, Elite for real. One tape and Im up out of here One, yup, yea Lord please forgive me for my sinning
high, and watch the fish fry... [chorus] [outro: tekitha] One step... One, one, step, step One, one, flesh One, one, step.. One, one, breath... One.. step.... One
From the South to the Eastside with us (Verse One: Lil' Romeo) Lets get it on I'm bad to the bone, edgin yo dome What you know about a baby hummer sittin
's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed/ Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin/ Only one
talk the talk, I walk it That's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit My rap style's distorted like lil' mo getting rapped And keepin' the baby
