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yo how the days of your life go com?
that's it?
watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
if tomorrow come now
too soon?
i want the boom in the back of the truck
ain't nuttin the matter with a good dude havin a buck
with that on my mind
i'm on the grind
it pays
we break it down in these three ways
yo
these days
i travel the maze like frank beverly
to the east
lookin for pieces of a better me
responsibility of my man's felony fell on me
celebrity status
make 'em think i got celery
hell and i do sometimes
still the sunshine ain't even all day
the life of a baller
ain't even all play
i stack 'em
so the chips fall where they must
i ain't far from a benz
or dude on the bus
even when i don't have enough
still in god i trust
said baby you're a star
said i'm on the car
seen the jiggiest of stars
become dust
and one love become lust for the papers
had you gassed now that - gas became vapors
tricked your cash on ice; shoulda had acres
now your
empire fell like the lakers
so you're talkin to your maker
it's the nature of the business
they givin niggaz inches
takin miles and mules
it's the wildest rules
i'm tryin to walk in the black scent of proudest shoes
makin music that the crowds can use
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yo how the days of your life go dave?
that's it?
watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
if tomorrow come now
too soon?
i want twenty-four plus on these
put the pinto engine and the bus on these
i get that first class seat to escape the days
we break it down in these three ways
check the life i got that antidote
canteloupe scent
bent back
in the sunroom froze
put your flick on pause
there's no occasion nigga it's just because
i'm celebratin for a hell of a day
get these barbie filets on hot charcoal tracks
so black
darko pecoltrane plays them back
we them freedom fight kids who gon' ball and raise fists
if y'all down for the struggle
c'mon y'all
resist
everyday script
i exercise cheek
sixteen on the bar
i exercise speak
it's been a long time
long isle's on the map
while y'all stand on the corner
stoned like chris
kiss back
watchin time - wrist back
every second count but just finish this lap
you gamble on your life like casino slots
and cash out and still walk with a knot
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yo how the days of your life goes merce?
that's it?
watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
if tomorrow come now
too soon?
i furnished the rooms
and mortgage on these
see them quittin ass rappers caused a shortage on these
the soul boys of big illa-noyz get the praise
we break it down in these three ways
my moms died from secondhand smoke; so i wish yo' ass would die
from them secondhand rhymes you wrote
or shall i call them second rhymes - written seconds 'fore you enter the booth
words thrown together with very little truth
and a select few can do it you ain't part of them scriptures
and got the nerve to feel you want me out the picture
but i was never in it
i'm the frame around the flick
or dishin in the mouth of your dame around my dick
ladies and gentlemen
introducin workmatic
one of l.i.'s finest
and this is my life"