Bitches used to go "ew"
But now them hoes say "ah"
Time goes by, while I be puffing on la
Negroid like Krang in Turtles of the Grayskull
But you'll just have to excuse moi as I giver her what she prays for
Like I said in Scratch, look down when I pee
At God's gift to women
Outside the penitentiary
Rhymes I'm delivering
Time against time hope is all about envisioning
The only constant is time
What was once fate becomes embitterment
To the mentality of that which we be living in
Our own is what we seek when there is entitlement
But what of a big title amongst men
When Ali became retired after retirement?
(And today we still buying George Foreman?)
Trying to believe and hold on
Faith, in tribulation still staying strong
With or without you, life goes on
In the still of the night, still I hear the same song
As way back as the back of the bus
Still be riding solo never the same but, still
Thank God I never sold my soul and I still got the same butt
I still don't give a f*ck
Life, yo, it's on and there is no referendum
Though some believe there are no rules to bend them
End up, blaming the Game when it was the Lord himself wanting to offend them
All I want for bitches is Christmas
Living the game power or riches
But for me sometimes, it is what it isn't
What's so not in becoming a vision?
Like the sunrise or sunset itself is God's decision
Like the sunrise or sunset itself is God's decision
Believing in miracles because I am one
Want to live Biblical but sometimes life throws an And 1
People are animals and then become phantom
Pieces of fragments and broken souls, get grey and cold
Living on and paying on,
Praying on,
For another star, to be preying on
Another wish upon a dream and it ain't getting old
People still getting shot at random
All I want for bitches is Christmas
Living the game power or riches
But for me sometimes, it is what it isn't
What's so not in becoming a vision?
Like the sunrise or sunset itself is God's decision
What I want, for bitches is Christmas
Living the game power or riches
But for me sometimes, it is what it isn't
What's-so-not in becoming a vision?
Like the sunrise or sunset itself is God's decision
腐败个官员和奸商
年年留下来的的悲伤
整天整夜看着不爽
一生背着人家冤枉
一生背着人家的冤枉
活着世界上,做我家人的拖累
我们做的一切,到底是为了谁
爱情太贵,回去国内太多贼
是不是因为我们没有缘分才会
时尚的上升还是为了成为魔鬼?
They say that I'm the Gouki here, anyway
Like Akuma,
Long as it comes out of shit smelling the same
I'm the motherf*cking Shakesthoven,
What's in a name
I'm the game
Trying to live for that Day
Living life like I'm insane
Through all of the thunder and the rain,
The Bible tells you; life itself is f*cking pain
What I want for bitches is Christmas
Living the game power or riches
But for me sometimes, it is what it isn't
What's so not in becoming a vision?
Like the f*cking sun itself is God's decision