slow it down. You say, "We've got to treasure each moment." Who knows how long we're gonna be around? Yeah, you keep on telling me life is short, And
Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's} Wack rapper, short
take it like a man But if I live, it's on again But I wanted a quick piece So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased She put the rifle to my
somebody got shot.. Oooooh, but im still here. Im still here. Verse 3: Yeah i remember, we tatted are names on our arms for fun. Writin rest in piece
25`s 5 star and that`s me a O G Im from the three tha thirteenth off the wild side My young G and he a beast the carter 3 That`s more stuntin but we hustlin
about it really it all sounds silly Smoked out Willie in his washed off Philly Open up shop down the block And everybody's tryin to get a piece of that
do you smoke? 20 blunts a day, you don't choke Why bitches doggy style, nut down yo throat Get up while my dick on yo' coat and I'm bumpin' too short
Tre' Little (Yeah, where you at) [Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9"] + (Girl) + (Pharrell *Ad-libs*) It's looking like, it's another summertime, everybody wanna rhyme Long day, short
endurance And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz [Verse 3: T.I.] I refuse to lose, I rather
, yeah And it'll make em clap to this And it'll make em clap to this Come on, yeah You know, a lot of deejays, they're just short pieces of statues My
hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [Verse 3: SPM] Money and the
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Morale is short and my heart and my brain and spirit's out of order And now the Lord ? how thou recorda (Ehr) Fallen angel warrior
chips Half a million knocked off before we talk about the next hit The next flic was a older cat He had a short arm, crippled at birth but still he hold
forever (ugggg) And forever we'll be together (C'mon) No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him (Verse 3)
up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip Which I stash by my fuckin dick Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin Bout my homies who died from the park From casual to short
, parked on curb, rollin' up a vay Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize About twomp a day, baby hit me frequently Sneak, and forty, from chocolate short
gave you Creamin that black heritage, I can't wait to taste ya You got one life to live, with much to give Don't play yourself short, Miss Thang, give
I like your shape dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids you thin in the waist extra cute in the face You aint got a man so when can we date [Verse 3