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The white Russian, ain't a bitch drinkTight percussion, plus I make these kids thinkDistinct, the style is flawlessHeat, street, whatever you wanna call itI spend most of my time in sorrowSo me and Fresh put out tracks like there's no tomorrow'Cuz if there isn't, there isn't, through my songs I'm livingEtched in time stay alive through my visionCan the style advance past the man?Can the man advance past the style with a plan?God damnit, throw cards like GambitNever settle for standard, not a punk like RancidI don't dream about diamonds on my neckIt's more important to me to have your respectI need your word that you'll carry on my textAnd then be like, "Aight Ives, whats next?"Another day another dollarThis is itIf you fighting for your honorStick with itIvan Ives and CappadonnaRip that shitIf we didn't you'd be lividAnother day another dollarLetras de cancionesThis is itIf you fighting for your honorStick with itIvan Ives and CappadonnaRip that shitIf we didn't you'd be lividPants hangin, eyes red as applesI'm on the block with a SnappleHustle all night, eat white castleMy album is past due, life got me stressedI love my seeds to death, emcee til my last breathSurviving the struggle never going underI know hunger, that's how I sound when I spitLost everything, been through all types of shitMy riffs touch it, I ain't never gonna quitI'm in this for life, rap off any beatAsk anybody, Don is still streetFancy garments, hot beats,And y'all go hard for God, even when I don't speakNigga I'm still plottin, somethin to get gottenSo much pain that my heart feels rottenBetween court cases, and niggas cock blockin,Guns poppin in the hood where I live, something gotta giveAnother day another dollarThis is itIf you fighting for your honorStick with itIvan Ives and CappadonnaRip that shitIf we didn't you'd be lividAnother day another dollarThis is itIf you fighting for your honorStick with itIvan Ives and CappadonnaRip that shitIf we didn't you'd be lividMind skilled, I rock the beat tightRhymes so ill, make you want to re-writeSee life, back up and be lifeRap's Holy Trinity, give me three micsI exist in the pixelsIron fist comes down on the pitbullDog, your thinking's too wishfulThat's how y'all get caught up in crystalI'm on fire like Richard PryorOther emcees old milk, about to expireKilling the suburbs like Michael MyersDo so many shows I recycle flyersAww, look at what y'all kids thought upA generic underground rap productIf you sevened out, that's just hard luckTake a note from Ives and CappadonnaAnother day another dollarThis is itIf you fighting for your honorStick with itIvan Ives and CappadonnaRip that shitIf we didn't you'd be lividAnother day another dollarThis is itIf you fighting for your honorStick with itIvan Ives and CappadonnaRip that shitIf we didn't you'd be livid(repeats) From Letras Mania