my life all of my life all of my life All of all of all of my life alright Tell them all it's the diary of my life There it is my life right there right
feel like eleven albums ain't enough And at the same time you feel like you can't come up Sometimes real life don't feel right You been fuckin' her for years
old bitch sucked a damn good dick Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother But Life is Too $hort
*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)* Nigga, what's hap'nin? Who we got in here? Nigga, ain't this the last album. Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru
A reading from Matthew Nine according to verse 22 God! Be of good courage, and be of good comfort! My faith has made thee whole. Well, hello there, Mick
(Steve! Good to see ya man) Look who decided to show his face! I hope you've had fun in the last 4 years. (Look man, I apologise again for-) For shooting
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were segregating And just like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound 10 years later we here, laying Nate
me the stuffin' Unh, this year I hope I can win a Grammy 'Cause last year man Beyonce was goin' hammy Unh, I can't lie she deserved it I just gotta make sure my album
[Mos Def] History It's happening every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the
keep in touch And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much That's good, cause you got a grill
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 ass twang Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good
and don't talk to the press Fuck a courtroom, I'm good on the streets with the tec's Nigga Deuce locked, he got 15 years like Booth He just went up,
's my word and my balls So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws This album helps you to release 'cause life is irkin' us all Enough to make
for goodness drake Don't make no more damn mistakes And then I dunk a skunk, hunk, a punk who drunk some junk And sunk into the soup of life mixed with
, fake, phoney friends are feeling it What's the matter with your life? Strange you got something to talk about that you already know about And walk about, get some, feel good
What, what? (This goes out to the general public) Yo, you over there Styles? Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin' on us) Second album nigga, two guns up nigga Real
I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year's been crazy, asked
has promised good to me his word my hope secures he will my sheils and portion be as long as life endures when we've been there ten thousand years
