Chorus: bizmarkie 3x
I walked and I lived too cold
hell razah
This out. This y'all niggaz all been looking for. A story for all my brothers. You what I'm saying? sunz of man return. We gon' on by and keep it moving. Just it got cold. Cold we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving. Check it. moving. up.
razah] Aiyyo, my be colorless The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell tut' with it Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's it Sharp and on point, the tricks of the government Money the world, watch my people suffering Cops in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed Some read what don't need, give to seed Black, lebanese, rabbis in green Microphone masked mc's, Hard head mc's get and still they freeze The truth came in flesh but still you don't The best thing you know is the to find weed Get the knowledge dungarees, we still Sunz of man, uk keep it We come to clubs, the ones who bring the trouble in What, he his soul, life publishing
(chorus: 2x)
[hell Have to walk on by and it moving
sunn] I remenise all my days whenever I phase and kept a blaze Y'all mental renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate In my of hard times and good times mine with the wines, became nice with the mind Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I For the ladies and gents, deliquents and hungry, gun play on the sunny Crews sweeter honey, stars fuck for all they money Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the rapped like mummies, sipping remy's The clip empty, feeling shifty, Highly intoxicated, simply in Never he could be faded Up in the hospital, critical, pickles no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and tariff A walking death wish, living selfish, I of felt this The of september, he felt helpless and breathless
(chorus)
[hell Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, loot out out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters Tools out, last day schools out, nine and better Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland gear Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don't for hiccups You won't need a pick-up, money in the laundry bag Hungry get they guns from a-rabs With the that they had, they rob more victims on the av. Today cash, of the program Lord sun of man, killing your own relatives Unknown start giving the to the dry bones, We all came the same throne Raise the with the brain poem, one is aimed home
(chorus: 3.5x)