Boaz Filmography

• No Retreat, No Surrender 3: Blood Brothers
  1990, role: actor , character name: Ambassador's Bodyguard
• In the Line of Duty: The F.B.I. Murders
  1988, role: actor
• Phantom of the Ritz
  1988, role: actor , character name: Uniformed Officer

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Fire In Your Eyes - Boaz
• No More - Boaz
• Deal With It - Boaz
• Stay Down - Boaz
• America - Boaz
• Gettin' After That Money - Boaz
• Prime Time - Boaz
• Everything - Boaz
• 9 To 5 - Boaz
• Gimme The Mic - Boaz

Keilu kan
Nafshi meyakhelet letfilot halev ha'ham
Ze kashe, ze kashe kshega'agua mul yareakh
Kan lerega uboreakh, akharav, rodef habekhi
Ze kashe, ze kashe kshega'agua mul yareakh
Kan lerega uboreach, akharav, rodef habekhi
Lifamim mevi haruakh re'akh tov mukar
Melatef akhshav shome'a
Otkha shar
Lo or kochav
Ata akhshav
Iti iti, keilu amiti
Kmo az mizman
Come along, come along
See the fire in your eyes
And you come with me, with me
Lifamim mevi haruakh re'akh tov mukar
Melatef akhshav shome'a
Lo or kochav
Ata akhshav
Iti iti, keilu amiti
Kmo az mizman
Nafshi meyahelet letfilot halev ha'ham
Nafshi meyahelet letfilot halev ha'ham
Lo or kochav
Iti iti, keilu amiti
Kmo az mizman
As if here
My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers
It's hard, it's hard when a longing in front of the moon
Is here for a while and than escapes, the crying is chasing after it
It's hard, it's hard when a longing in front of the moon
Is here for a while and than escapes, the crying is chasing after it
Sometimes the wind brings a good, familiar smell
Strokes now, listening
To you singing
Not a starlight
You are now
With me, with me, as if real
Like back than
Come along, come along
See the fire in your eyes
And you come with me, with me
Sometimes the wind brings a good, familiar smell
Strokes now, listening
Not a starlight
You are now
With me, with me, as if real
Like back then
My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers
My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers
Not a starlight
With me, with me, as if real

uh, uh, yeah, say
Look man I come from where the shots go off yeah
Im used to that
Heres where them things get off and fiends use em now
where they makin' that hardcore music at a square compared to a gangsta theres no confusin that
who is that, who was that, who was rapping with that ghetto sound i mean i should get used to that
tryin to change my ways but im so true to that
paper i cant help it i know what to do with that
but i do with that

You got a deal with it
Coming through the club got the entourage with me
check the park alive we left the car garage empty
sower this in Roma I bought the jar with me
smoking freely in VIP, come get with me
all eyes in zona full of liar performers
clockers for my chance the pocket size enormous
Gucci straight from flamers, cruising the same timer
we just tryin to meet our future baby mamas
young rap niggas the party like rap stars
swerving in the burbin watching out for the cop cars
ain't nothing changed but the comin in the money stack
back on the fly got the things doing jumping jacks
Hook:
When I'm on this mike I'm too real with it
real niggas never get haters gotta deal with it
when we up on stage turn it down
the real niggas are loving the haters gotta deal with it
when we come through the club and shut it down
the real niggas are lovin the haters gotta deal with it
smash the gas is two hundred on the dash
the real nigga lovin the haters gotta deal with it
Real niggas feel it the streets, feel it the burbs
love it trapper slash pack back rapper I need the nerves feel it
we earn school over jet takin we form willin
get a break and break it down and serve it to your whole feelings
we ball hard all for a court, you could real bloomers touch your..
start across the line and screamings
too much sucks for your image
from the heart and independence heart that's why I'm independent
and I'm winnin just hit..I'm in a mission
I'm in the kitchen cooking up no intervention
just staring different,
I need that Porsche panamara so I fight with you pot in my vision listen
ride hard Michelin, die hard Bruce Willis
then he ever baby mother come and listen in
well expression well because we are on a mission from
which part the feelin when I'm turn pie grippin in
[Hook:]
Yeah fuck how our hater feelin, man 'cause I made a killer
in the essay watch how do a waiter's chillin
fresh off the lies see the paper jets
now they rap money and I'm round taking bags
that's why the hand gun got the extended Mack
I ain't coming over night, now nobody seeking smash
I ain't never give a fuck what nigga's had
hate that we ..see you nigga stare
so are you haters hate on
why I play it play on, do me your favor nigga
tell them haters we on, we on
I'ma spit it how I live, get it how I live
nigga this is how I live
Come on

I say the world keep turning
The clock keep ticking
So don't be wasting time
They said it wasn't gone
Happened for me over night
Best believe this gonna take some time
You just gotta stay down
Yea I know I gotta keep it correct
But I still get to seize the connect
You know I gotta stay down
Yea, I had to struggle just like you
I'm from the ghetto, I grew up like you
That's why I gotta stay down
I see niggas got a hard on for me because my grind
tight
Money right, I'm going all in shortly
Mi amigo down bottom, put the call in for me
No fucking business, make sure it's all there for me
Yo watch the diamond, no offense
Yea the block been good to me
But running these streets, there's a lot that you
regret
The innocent corrupted, the niggas you don't fuck with
Shit I don't rap with all the niggas I grew up with
And that's over principle, yea that shit's real
Gotta keep it pushin', no way I could sit still
Bricks to the boy and pounds to that sense a mill
Gotta kill him in the suburbs serving them ten appeal
Now I'm back with the summer's report
Everybody tryna make it but a few niggas coming up
short
Yea, some different shit day after day
So I stay out the way
But I'm still gonna play how I play
I say the world keep turning
The clock keep ticking
So don't be wasting time
They said it wasn't gone
Happened for me over night
Best believe this gonna take some time
You just gotta stay down
Yea I know I gotta keep it correct
But I still get to seize the connect
You know I gotta stay down
Yea, I had to struggle just like you
I'm from the ghetto, I grew up like you
That's why I gotta stay down
The hood be sayin' they so proud of me
I'm proud, love my city, the haters' my only allergy
Man they just mad cuz the music takin' off
I'm worried 'bout the dottie and the julie takin' off
All in the whip when the coupe be satin off
Make it easy for these niggas, the roof – I take it off
One button, let them see what the guts be like
All the bitches looking at me like it must be nice
This shit's workin', get your girl, your bitch flirtin'
I'm something like a pimp that got him on the strip
workin'
Now I'm back, got the stomach for that
Just stay down like I'm supposed to, the money just
stack
Where my niggas 'bout their business? where the
hustlers at?
Quackin' the jungle with gorillas, we'll be confortable
there
Yea, time is money, it's a race against the clock
Some niggas die tryin', some make it to the top
I say the world keep turning
The clock keep ticking
So don't be wasting time
They said it wasn't gone
Happened for me over night
Best believe this gonna take some time
You just gotta stay down
Yea I know I gotta keep it correct
But I still get to seize the connect
You know I gotta stay down
Yea, I had to struggle just like you
I'm from the ghetto, I grew up like you

Power to the people
We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in
columbia
Put this shit right in front of ya (yup! this is
america)
We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on
the line
See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in
america)
And we all just tryna make it all around the world
But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like
america)
And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything
controlled by that almighty dollar
(We don't fear god in america)
Ok the sun rise from the east, the west smoke by the
piece
The crime rate in my city still rising like niss
My young homie said fuck school and hit the block
I tried to tell him be thankful for the shit you got
Cuz ain't nobody gon do nothing for you (nah)
They gave the ghetto dope to hang ourselves then kick
the bucket for you
Still throwin' rocks at the pen from the dope spot
My home boy just got out and locked up again
Cuz ain't no dissup (not at all)
Speaking frankly, it's all about the benjamins
More chiefs than indians
That's why I just be playin' my part part
Keep doing my thing thing
My phone like a telefine, it's always gon ring ring
My hands cash register, they always go ching ching
Call me joe blow cuz I'm smokin' that lean green
Gotta stay high to deal with all these characters
Cash rules everything all over america
We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in
columbia
Put this shit right in front of ya (yup! this is
america)
We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on
the line
See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in
america)
And we all just tryna make it all around the world
But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like
america)
And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything
controlled by that almighty dollar
(We don't fear god in america)
Nah nigga, we tryin' to ball nigga
Well it's ejectin' into getting my hot winner
From a nobody nigga to top tenner
To bitches give you the head, just hopin' that I
remember
Obama lied, ain't see shit changed
The cocaine came, with no shame we does our thing
My gang go bang, this block we're the same
Our block be the same, I might just get rid of that
rage
And cup me a plane, I'm ghetto fabulous
Not corporate but nigga rich
Jesus christ can't believe this shit
The pistol on me make me feel great
Your mad murk can make you feel hate
Murder squad, get your sale first
God couldn't help me with the bills I paid
So I'm still in the collection play
Pray to him and get the answer late
On my knees, just tired of trying to get his attention
So fuck it, I'm back to this shit
We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in
columbia
Put this shit right in front of ya (yup! this is
america)
We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on
the line
See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in
america)
And we all just tryna make it all around the world
But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like
america)
And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything
controlled by that almighty dollar
(We don't fear god in america)
Everybody on welfare, nobody got health care
The war going on right here
The president well aware
Come to your city but we'll visit the ghetto there
We in our own world from california to delaware
The black mafia
Yea, the hood be arrangin' how the prices be inflated
on the goods we exchangin'
Ain't got the damn
To be a doctor was my earlier plan
Still experience let me know I had the world in my
hands
Now I got so many girls in my pants
Don't know if they're reaching for me or the jacksons
and grants
I see my fans, they all hoppin' the aks
Young bo, will you go put the game back in a trance?
I'm like I'm on it I'm on it
You see how I be doing it
I feel it then I record it
Sound the same when I perform it
To tell the truth, the crack game was never borer
Let them be the best memories we talk about tourin'

That's how we doin' it for the 2012 niggas
Twitter memphis is real shit
Put your paper on
Hands up yea yea
Futuristic cars, futuristic clothes, futuristic girls
Get the dippin' go crazy, I'm always meetin' those
ballistic girls
Damn fly nigga, they always told me I would kiss the
girls
And make 'em cry, say good night to the bad guy
I'm out of this world (I'm out of this world)
They be thinkin' I'm crazy
They be thinkin' I'm out of my mind
Yea I be smokin' that loud pack
It cost 500, that's ounce of the time
Gon p85, in the trunk less the hennessey with no ice
Nah I don't really mess with stocks
Still invest in blocks, pop and hit me with a low price
Niggas still up and down with the coke price
Got the pipeline all the way to h town
All I gotta do is get 'em back north
I send my bitch round trip on the grayhound
See I just got gotta get played
This the game that a lot of us played
No way in, no way out
Boss niggas always gotta get made
I know the round of these streets for
Getting after that money man
All the niggas out blowin' whips
Getting after that money man
They grindin' like you paid the bad bricks
Getting after that money man
A real prolapse with a prill face
Getting after that money man
You see me dress in designer clothes
Getting after that money man
All I fuck with the finest hoes
Getting after that money man
Flipping grain in the newest cars
Getting after that money man
This the life, the ghetto superstars
Getting after that money man
Yea, livin' life so close to the edge
No shillin' but you best not push me
Go back to the hood with me
My niggas off the chain, a blind man could see
You got killers on your left, drug dealers on your
right
Still on the block in the middle of the night
Niggas on the stake shit, tryna get right
You could lose your lives for a little bit of white
Champagne cases, president faces
Take a vacation, every nights places
Swim to antarctic through the oasis
We 'round the world, you better tie your laces
Yea it's all kind of cash round here
Flip a bird real fast round here
And they real quick to eat your food
Slip up, that's your ass round here
Yea allow me to testify
Niggas know young bo x fly
Better hit a pox of fly shit
I'mma straight to 4-5 like pesticide
I don't know who these niggas runnin' their lips
More like batman runnin' the strip
Yea a whole lobster, bucket of shrimp
Ugk like runnin' the pimp
I know the round of these streets for
Getting after that money man
All the niggas out blowin' whips
Getting after that money man
They grindin' like you paid the bad bricks
Getting after that money man
A real prolapse with a prill face
Getting after that money man
You see me dress in designer clothes
Getting after that money man
All I fuck with the finest hoes
Getting after that money man
Flipping grain in the newest cars
Getting after that money man
This the life, the ghetto superstars
Getting after that money man
Born in the 80's
7 cars come 80
7 means I'm ridin' in a classic
Members sladging, used to have the mack
Eleven down, I let them niggas have it
Nowadays I'm into getting paid
My nigga, getting money's not a habit
And the only question they askin'
If I'm playin' with paper or plastic
9-11, lil drastic
Og kush on my fabric
Wilkut like you do magic
Lots of bread in my cabinet
Been rollin' up since I was younger
Stack up when we're spendin' in the summer
Shittin' on you niggas, need a plummer
Clean about the niggas when I'm done here
Niggas start this shit and go runnin'
Rolled some weed to come out of the oven
Go into the club, I'm bein' wonkla
Rolled some weed to come out in another
Just me and bo, trees grow
Blowin' some of that mary jane
Sippin' some of that bombay
All my niggas rep taylor gang
I know the round of these streets for
Getting after that money man
All the niggas out blowin' whips
Getting after that money man
They grindin' like you paid the bad bricks
Getting after that money man
A real prolapse with a prill face
Getting after that money man
You see me dress in designer clothes
Getting after that money man
All I fuck with the finest hoes
Getting after that money man
Flipping grain in the newest cars
Getting after that money man
This the life, the ghetto superstars

Bases loaded, motherfuckers
Ya ready?
Going hard like raffersburg in the 4th
But this the plus score, the last man standing is the
gladiator
I'm eatin' rappers alive, I'm a decapitator
Light, cameras, you ready for some action playa?
I got my hands up, gunning for the end zone
Clothe and movie scripts, album sales, ringtones
This money ain't a thing homes
Well at least to me it ain't
My block work is clockwork
I don't wanna see the pain
All I wanna see is fwanks
Grants and jacksons, niggas mad as the status
Enormous cash we're stackin'
Well let me take you back there
To them hoes on my side, hand me now clothes on my back
Of course I got close to the block
Now I can't fold up my knot
Just throw a band on 'cause he brought a stove, getting
high
I throw them pants on it, you know I'm whippin'
No killers credentials, just might catching new tinsels
Niggas knew I had potential when I
Had turned to double up into a quadruplet
My hustler niggas understand me
I turned to double up into a quadruplet
Now they chain down the ranks silly to watch stupid
The house bigger, the grass greener, the car ruthless
They say that recession here but we gon ball through
this
A heart of a winner and the blood of a champion
Got the stretch to put my team on my back and carry on
Sippin' that perignon, lightin' that marijuana
Stylin' also called, releasin' rapper dons
Murder every track I'm on
I'm done rapping to 'em
They try to slow me down, put obstacles in the way
I ain't worried about the cops, just the shit that
these niggas say
I'm ready to start talkin' before you done did a day
I sent the white up north, tell a couple spit in the
tray
Die slow, salute to my niggas who stood tall
Dreaming of foreign cars and cancels with bigger walls
I'm for some liquor for my niggas locked, my niggas
gone
When we reunite at the pearly gates, then it's on
Ain't nothing changed boy, I get 'em in, get 'em gone
I bleed the block, check the bottom of my loubrettons
This lil niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
These haters everywhere, think they blockin' my views
Feds in up on mark, out here watchin' my moves
Gotta move smart, hear me (it's real)
I'm switching cars like nicky in casino
Tryna pick me up with kilo
Getting drug money like putting up a free flow
It's too easy to just start hustling when you heard the
new g's
These niggas not a comic book
I'm getting dirty money by the book
I'm outside, don't give a fuck how I look
'Cause where I come from ain't nobody got money
But they all want something huh
They all want something huh

Ordinary rapper ended up a superstar
Sitting in the ghetto, wishing on that shootin' star
Order bottle service, we ain't gotta do the bar
Let's go hard tonight, the same shit we gon do tomorrow
Different city, different state
Hang out with real niggas
Every sponsor bigger state
You gotta feel niggas
Smashing out with the aston
Getting head, not crashin'
I've been brown bagged since '09
No spending bread, just stashin'
Still getting that cash nigga
Rap money, move fast nigga
Throwin' up that grass
Askin' smokin' joint to the ash with ya
But times change
And people too
I feel the same
How I seem to you?
I'm where the weather's nice and the trees is blue
Welcome to the life, this a dream come true
Got the city goin' hard cuz we all bubblin'
Got the fans talkin' 'bout me way out in belgrade
Who you signing with, hah?
When the album coming?
It's all a grind cousin
I knew my time is coming
Poetical justice in the usual fashion
Let's get this established
This music – my passion
You're risin' for the money and the fame
But for the love of the game
They expect you to change
But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing
But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing
Now I'm sitting at the party with pretty hoes
Fresh from my head to my toes
Poppin' bottles of rose
Don't want from nothing
I've got everything
Don't work from nothing, I've got everything
Humble beginnings, I was dreaming 'bout the super start
Money and women give a fuck about women my problems
Always in my own head, started out with no bread
Kept my head u, got my bread up
Now I'm chilling still
I hit the gas station, passing jackson's to fiends
Gonna buy me a blunt that I packed with some weed
I remember all the days they were laughing, my dreams
Now when they look at what I'm doing they just have to
believe
Rappin' with my cast on, broke my head in half
Still I rap like it's my last songs
Passing chef the hash
When they ask about the burger tell 'em listen to boaz
Because them stories go way deeper than just bitches
and hoes
Sticking to the program, always on my own 2
I always been my omen, there's nothing that I won't do
To get this money, tempted by materials
I always dreamed to have that b emblem on my steering
wheel
These rap motherfuckers funny though
Young and with success, tend to move 'em out their
comfort zone
Fuck these hoes, I'm thinking 'bout some better things
Forget about that bullshit, the music becomes
everything
You're risin' for the money and the fame
But for the love of the game
They expect you to change
But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing
But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing
Now I'm sitting at the party with pretty hoes
Fresh from my head to my toes
Poppin' bottles of rose
Don't want from nothing
I've got everything
Don't work from nothing, I've got everything
Now they see me, I'm bossed up
Bad hoes getting tossed up
Chauffeurs pull their cars up
Push a button, it starts up
I feel like I've just landed on a whole 'nother planet
This money changes everything
These niggas don't understand it
Got paintings on the wall, now my counter tops is
granite
I took it as a blessing though, never took it for
granted
This just how god planned it
These haters can't stand it
Can't stop that if I wanted to
We ball out automatic hah
Everything top of the line
Shopping in boca raton
Eyes on both of my arms
Frames, versace designs
But those are just material things
Can we rise beyond that, to a spiritual plane? leggo
Can I make a million dollars without dealing cocaine?
Wanna die a happy death without feeling no pain
We hit the game like an asteroid, name of the tabloid
Now go and get your money on, little duffle bag boy
As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink
I'm laughing at niggas all the way to the bank
As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink

What up fool?
I thought I was the only motherfucker that felt that
We workin' though
This ain't just no hip clock, cocksucker
Huh huh
Yea, I'm on
Yo yo
I'm smokin' sour, sippin' johnny walker
Thinking I'd probly more hours into kitchenin' than
benny crocker
Money comes and money goes
Plant your tree on the block and see if something grows
Like a rose in the concrete
Clean up the council, we can all eat
This heaven on earth, come elevate to where the gods
meet
Come to the city fool and see the way I'm livin'
The condos and square feet is screamin' lot of engines
'Member we had to hustle by the benches
Thank god we made it out the trenches
With all our 5 senses
And I did her behind fences
Run with us or run against us
My niggas on point like militia
21 guns salute and we don't took these for play
You know we got guns that shoot
And these fellaz needs to fuck to my employment
But I can't let that fuck with my agenda, I can't
afford it (ha ha)
You know I grind for mine
It's the survival of the fit, only the strong survive
(you know?)
I mean I never had it 9 to 5
I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
I mean it's like get out the way, we got to survive
I've got c's to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel
We gotta hustle every day of our lives
These pretty jobs don't pay enough
That's why I feel this way
Yo I'm in the coupe, the top is off
I'm pickin' up, I'm droppin' off
I'm 'bout to blow the top off like a molotov
High off the mulli and all I can do is sharp it off
Picture me and mickey d's takin' your order
Was on the corner, tryna flip me a 8th to a quarter
And it was all a dream, I struck gold
Right on the block 'cause it ain't all the gleams
I love all the themes, I love all the pushes
We getting all the money, we fuckin' all the bitches
You know that good girls like bad guys and bad guys
like good girls
The bad girls like good guys and the good guys like
good girls
Something to think about before you go to treat it out
You fall into love, meanwhile the dope boys skeetin'
You know that gangstas make the world go 'round
My homie said a couple dollars make your girl go down
so I said
You know I grind for mine
It's the survival of the fit, only the strong survive
(you know?)
I mean I never had it 9 to 5
I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
I mean it's like get out the way, we got to survive
I've got c's to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel
We gotta hustle every day of our lives
These pretty jobs don't pay enough
That's why I feel this way
I'm 9 to 5, 7 dollars an hour, that's 50 dollars
Now how I'm supposed to live off that? gets in the
projects
Not eatin' steak (not eatin' steak)
Not smokin' great (not smokin' great)
I'd rather hustle (I'd rather hustle), ain't no debate
(all ready)
And trust the old man that closed the gate
And hope they'd rule in my favor if I opposed the state
The worst of times (the worst of times)
The best of times (the best of times)
A few my niggas doin' stretches for the second time
I see the young boy coming up, he makes the lot
Cupped a set of wheels and pulled his shit up right
next to mine
Shine!
You know I grind for mine
It's the survival of the fit, only the strong survive
(you know?)
I mean I never had it 9 to 5
I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
I mean it's like get out the way, we got to survive
I've got c's to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel
We gotta hustle every day of our lives
These pretty jobs don't pay enough

Just give me the mic
I'mma take it away
I look like I'm on top of the world
Don't take this feeling away
Just livin' my life
You wanna take it away
You only feel sorry for a hater gotta take you their
Remember the nights
Remember the days
When the struggle of those members isn't fading away
It's out of the way
You making the way
It's come from my god, I wanna feel it
Please don't take it away
Smokin' on the chalice, sittin' on the terrace
Sippin' on some wine as been imported from panthers
It's hard to believe that one time I was just living
careless
And fast behind the fact it ain't easy for me to share
this
But I gotta get this shit off my chest
Take off the leather jacket, rip off the vest
Kiss my bottle bitch, see the children of the rest
Leave the birds in the trees of the branches and the
nest
Like sweet james jones the game been good to me
Don't need to pay security
I bring my own rule for free
Use to see it for dough low
I son to the polo
A super clean ride in 34 clip and I tony romo
You know niggas be actin' hard but they probly 4 lo
You know snitchin' a no no
The streets won't love you no more
That's why I stayed on top of my game
My life an oprah book, they don't know verbal top of my
name
It's all real
Just give me the mic
I'mma take it away
I look like I'm on top of the world
Don't take this feeling away
Just livin' my life
You wanna take it away
You only feel sorry for a hater gotta take you their
Remember the nights
Remember the days
When the struggle of those members isn't fading away
It's out of the way
You making the way
It's come from my god, I wanna feel it
Please don't take it away
See life is much better
And I owe it all to hip-hop
The cars, the clothes, the hoes
The chains to bring in the bitch flaps
We come off from the bottle
Must be takin' a trip to tip-top
They try run in my shoes but you can't walk this way
like hip rop
And I'll be a hustler for the rest of my days
Keeping my shit consistent, don't expect no delays
They come to get a slap, they expect the files
Ain't got time to have them sittin' 'round a extra few
days
Oh no I got to keep it moving
The block is past hot
And after 3 o'clock you know the coppers be intruders
The proud of getting low
Who to block when we accusing the suppliers, so is this
I know we caught up in confusion
That's how I start fucking with rap, picking up hobbies
The ave stay live, they moving bricks in the lobby
Pull down the block a little, they doin' tricks on
ducati's
Still fresh on one wheel, stop over to bruno malis
Just give me the mic
I'mma take it away
I look like I'm on top of the world
Don't take this feeling away
Just livin' my life
You wanna take it away
You only feel sorry for a hater gotta take you their
Remember the nights
Remember the days
When the struggle of those members isn't fading away
It's out of the way
You making the way
It's come from my god, I wanna feel it