perservere - 4ever (clean) lyrics
[intro]
one, two, three, four
one + two + three + four
one (one)
two (two)
three (three)
yeah
four (four)
about to tear sh+t up
[verse 1]
everybody wants success, progress
be a superstar flex, fancy cars, cash large checks
live large, they dug gambinos in reno
gamble grands in the casinos, be rich like al pacino
rock minks, diamond rings, drink fine vine with links
[?], define the things, act like they kings
live supreme with the luxury and addictive things
malicious fiends be sellin’ idiots fictitious dreams
but this life hold besides nice clothеs our prize goals
stank hoes wantin’ your bankrolls or rob us if it ain’t those
hеads quittin’ jobs, gettin’ large, flippin’ yards
vics be gettin’ robbed for they jewels, r.i.p., they’re scarred
money’s the cause reason for more thugs, more thievin’
more grievin’, more treason, gettin’ that money throughout all seasons
leavin’ a clip up in that nine, these street wise minds
beat the system, their curriculum’s of crime
[chorus]
one for all the cops who’s actin sheisty after me
and two for all the crooks who’s always doin’ dirty deeds
and three for all the ladies that supply my daily needs
and four, it stands forever, plus the 40 o’s of weeds
[verse 2]
life’s a strain, things change so my bro dread, fall down like lopez
he was a coke head, one night when we broke bread
i’m buggin’ in my world of strugglin’
had to get a gig and it was jugglin’, the stuff that thugs be smugglin’
before i was budgetin’ ([?] now was on your plate?) a healthy steak
now i got bank, money to waste
women wanna take me on a date, to fornicate
sent me upstate, remember mike tyson got charged for rape
jakes be bringin’ hate, what else they comin’ for?
could it, be for the rodney king footage? we packin’ guns galore (we packin’)
ready to war but some thugs just love the raw
feel they’re above the law, ignorin’ cops in these streets
be ballin’ hot with big w+ll++s call the shots, get all the props
on the block as the big apple falls and rots
word up, you know the deal, the streets is ill like that
you got my back, i got your back, let’s keep it real like that
[chorus]
one for all the cops who’s actin sheisty after me
and two for all the crooks who’s always doin’ dirty deeds
and three for all the ladies that supply my daily needs
and four, it stands forever, plus the 40 o’s of weeds
one for all the cops who’s actin sheisty after me
and two for all the crooks who’s always doin’ dirty deeds
and three for all the ladies that supply my daily needs
and four, it stands forever, plus the 40 o’s of weeds
[verse 3]
my body lived off rice and beans, born in brooklyn
lived half of my life in queens, but still i took like a crooklyn
it’s no joke bein’ broke, live our life on hope
when i deliver life a luxury like the pope
no equality, causin’ poverty, i never struck the lottery
so f+ck the lottery, i got commodities as well to sell
excel, who’s livin’ swell?
’cause life’s a livin’ h+ll like livin’ in a prison cell (maintain)
in ny, thugs bring pain, kick your ass in the rain
quick to bash in your brain, get your cash and your chain
it’s lynchin’, this tension, like the murder trial of oj simpson
success, yeah, to h+ll with quittin’, it’s like that
that’s why i stack loot with crack loot
’cause i wanted a fat crew, but i’m no longer with that troop
[?] with the loot is vital to survival
love duckers, hate ruckus
but if i got to bring the ruckus, f+ck it
[chorus]
one for all the cops who’s actin sheisty after me
and two for all the crooks who’s always doin’ dirty deeds
and three for all the ladies that supply my daily needs
and four, it stands forever, plus the 40 o’s of weeds
one for all the cops who’s actin sheisty after me
and two for all the crooks who’s always doin’ dirty deeds
and three for all the ladies that supply my daily needs
and four, it stands forever, plus the 40 o’s of weeds
[outro]
one
two
three
four
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