meadow, woodland, hedgerow, pond What remains gets built upon No trains, jobs No shops, no pubs What went wrong Country life It's a little bit of country life
am a weapon so there's nothing to fear. (Another day another life but nothing real to show for.) Fight for honor, fight for your life. Pray to god
there chains snatched when they try and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way, And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty, I'mma keep livin my life
the Holy Word In the scheme of life It's all absurd They don't care They'd kill for the money Do or dare The thrill for the money You're saluting the flag Your country
it right, get money You gotta freak that shit, f-freak that shit like you want it You gotta show some ass, show some tits, or show sumthin' Just like
skies ganstas and goons Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon Westchester and West Miami where the heavy-weighters move to raise their families South Miami always showed
a 125th street, the place was closed, it was pouring rain, I had a feeling I'd go there again, The taxi driver thought I was insane, Brown girl from the Bronx showed
don't wanna drive another nail I want to live my life for You, I want to do it well You've got the scars on Your two hands That show where I have failed
right, get money You gotta freak that shit, f-freak that shit like you want it You gotta show some ass, show some tits, or show sumthin' Just like a
now, he been gone for a little while Had a little vacation, enjoyin' life But that's what you're supposed to do When you get there, enjoy your life You
, yeah I'm a country boy But that big city bottom fill me up with joy Ain't life grand? Live it up daddy Here go da whisper song, baby this is us, ready
see your smile Darkness goes and softness shows A changing style Just in time words that rhyme Well bless your soul Now I'll fill your hands With kisses
you want some more Kendrick I'm bout to show 'em Everything that's out this human being I'm still growing I'm a premature baby in this crazy life that
I'm the king and I want you to know That I'm the master blaster rapper who's runnin' the show And to all of you rappers in every country You better stop
Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country
it may not be my idea of a perfect trip but, thats what life is man life is just beautiful we need to be more appreciative what we have its just, i take
bloody, clothes we muddy Eyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above me Cried I'm ugly, found out this life don't love me Despised by the country, paralyzed
politics in this country that's relevant to black people Today is the politics of revolution, none other Which brings us to the next move It's a simple case of show