These are the last words that I'll ever write about you These are the last words that you'll hear from me at all This is the last five-chord progression
be the man they ride the greyhound, but i'm more a peter pan, we the fam off the scale, yeah we about to break the richter quick loud years, work a thousand words
just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Wise words from a decent man Back when
man I'm not trying to hear that I can't believe this shit man, I grew up with this nigga man Yo listen man, it was your boy man - He talks a lot And
a real man could need And could ever ask for, baby This is more, this is more than a crush Yeah It was Harlem at the rukus, I saw you with your man,
don't like Eazy, get it out, a real word, ya' can't learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin'
eyes The little nigga glad to be alive And as the days go by, I thank God for watchin' mines Prayin' that I remained in fire The same man that I was
I view it through my other eye, 'cause it's a different color sky Then the last one, my mind set on the prize that may never come So do I try to stay alive
such Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time
wrong words, man and you will get touched You could put your whole army against my team And I guarantee you, it'll be your very last time breathin' Your simple words
bring a new meaning to underground rap Dead or Alive, I'm still Born to Mack Always on the pop charts, straight rapping I'm not dead, I'm just macking So as the word
flies I used to see a home boy givin' five Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?" Cold as hell, the town I'm from Won't last too long when you're fakin
bout love And the other girl's who I'm thinking of Can you understand, I'm just a man I want to come in this world and cold take the man So just step
Chip I swear I who share the last pound will is the same people I share my mill with six zero's in my last mill with bread and wine last supper was some
know we got style When it comes to shootouts Boogie Brown is here don't fear The clear just step to it. Now I drive Come alive from the bottom to the
slavery we finish the plan But I broke the cycle and became a man Party people put a hand in the sky Grab a cloud and squeeze 'till no man is dry Wet
Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters the last of the boosters With the shooting, the thugging and all the booning and spooning and all the crooning, and cooning and auto-tuning, alive
with words and ideas My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit the scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't no time where the usual is suitable Tonight alive
