Mindless ways, so much hate so pathetic low life your ignorance and hatred wont solve a thing not moving forwards you hold us back you turn to violence
: (Bowie) Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue
luck That niggaz, really love him and tear the city up Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po' Them nigga know how I act in the low-low [Chorus
your luck's gone bad, be glad It'll empty out the fake fuckin friends you had Then get yourself together, nigga aim straight Shoot point blank at your goals, work hard
got about four friends You know him, probably got drugs in both Timbs Boppin' on hard blocks, at large wit the cops His song rock in nail saloons and barbershops He talks of life
up, man Get that dough, do these shows Up late in studios Tell all these groupies no not right now, gotta write down my life on paper, again Spend the
mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real. I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody shine. C'mon." It's not luck that I'm sittin'
lady I see you standin' on the wall Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat] [Ad libs] Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find The classic lady,
: Heyy-yo, heyy-yo, we speedballin.. [Andre 3000] Livin by the grace of God At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin With no time to waste
lost in the shuffle, Cuz they didnt know the game was a hustle, But watchin all the card sharks aint the hard part, The hard part is known how to play
business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck
: [Nas] Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile Give the crew pounds everytime we cover new grounds Still surviving but there's a few down, back in
thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot
thoughts accelerate at the same speed, of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth [Street Life] Life
my luck is bleeding My demons refuse to let me go The light in the tunnel I see is fading My fire of life is burning low (so low) I don't wanna
home, Fates not around, the lucks all gone Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right And I'm a tell you what's life And did you know? I lost everything
life uptight See everything you did and everything you seen Rolled around in the mud, but you couldn't come clean And that makes you dirty, now how does that feel Living life
faiths not around the luck so gone. Don't ask me what's wrgong. Ask me what's right and I'm a tell you what's life And did you know I lost everything
