One [short] Life To Live - Kross An DSP

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  1. L. Kross

    L. Kross His Highness

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    Stuck in the same spot hustlin the same rock
    Runnin from the same cops, dumpin at those same ocks
    Insane thoughts clot, whats after the pain stops?
    Rain drops fallin on my coffin at the grave plot

    Kross -
    This is the last of the days, put the gas to the flame
    Hug ya ratchets, the magnumsll bang
    On the corner wit the packets an a strap in the rain
    Ya order? Yeah, I have it, but the taxes is raised
    ... I know yall spaz when it change, actin like you never
    Seen a dealer gettin taxed on his cain
    An made the mistake of sayin what his ass used to pay
    Get em slapped in the hallway an jacked for his change
    .. Im not a bastard, I jus have to get paid,
    My head is in a blender an Im trapped in a maze
    I never been a quitter, but Im tappin in tre's
    But theres no referee so Im tappin in vain
    An the only release is a casket an grave,
    A strap when it bang or the rafters to hang
    Clapped by ya gang or the crash when they came
    Cause you cant trust a soul for the cash in the game

    Stuck in the same spot hustlin the same rock
    Runnin from the same cops, dumpin at those same ocks
    Insane thoughts clot, whats after the pain stops?
    Rain drops fallin on my coffin at the grave plot

    DSP -
    In a jail, locked in or a coffin, I know what awaits me
    Living this way, praying for someone to save me
    Before these demons are released and I screaming "Take me
    But leave my children please, they aint nuthin but babies"
    Hustlin for a bunch of suckers, Im tired of it
    They caint wait to get they fix and get wired on it
    They face always has the mask of a liar on it
    Praying they chest aint got a wire on it
    There has to be a life out there better than this
    Picket fences, wearing them nice sweaters and shit
    One neighbor telling stories, then the other tellin his
    Nothing to worry about, just talk about the weather and shit
    But in this world, its like the sun dont shine
    I gotta watch my back the whole time and tote nines
    And dont speak if you dont know those guys
    You dont eat if you dont grind, and you damn sure dont whine

    Stuck in the same spot hustlin the same rock
    Runnin from the same cops, dumpin at those same ocks
    Insane thoughts clot, whats after the pain stops?
    Rain drops fallin on my coffin at the grave plot
    test
  2. dsp2k5

    dsp2k5 Dime Sack Pimp

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    Nice verse Kross homie ... let me know when you get ready to do another one ...this once turned out nice i think
    test
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