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Bonafide (feat. Jay-Z) [Bonus Track]
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East Coast Rap
Bonafide (feat. Jay-Z) [Bonus Track] was released on July 10, 2001 by Omar Credle Music as a part of the album Bon Appetit
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Release DateJuly 10, 2001
LabelOmar Credle Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

Lyrics

Yeah
Live, real, criminal
Uhh, life is lovin'
Uh-huh, O.C
Fuck having my neck dripped with jew-els that don't mean shit
This man behind this rhyme is the **** that's slick
Licking my thumbs, counting papers from my street smart wits
In the club we hug, pose, taking some flicks
Pushing the same whips **** got with platinum stacks
Two LPs far from gold, yo, people think I'm selling cracks
Nah, they see me living with a smile on my face
And if you see me in the spot, I'm down low in the place
Sipping my liquor, Remy Martin running through my liver
Sucking on lemon peels, them shits taste bitter
Having fun for that particular time and date
I feel I'm almost to the point, so I calmly skate
Fuck all the broads, fuck all the cats who applaud my name
Who wouldn't give me no love if I wasn't in the game
I'm full of surprises, analyze the all-wise
Get Cartiers, protect my eyes when I'm dipping
On the B-Q, my Benz see-through
Fuck tints, I'm live, ****, and so is my people
Half of me is Godly, the other half is evil
So if it comes down to it, I'm strapped with the dough, you feel me?
Love is life and life is love
Real live **** and bonafide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grill mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed, I believe because
Love is life and life is love
Real live **** and bonafide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grill mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed, I believe
I try to live my life right, Earth is like the Tree of Life
Tempted by the forbidden fruit, in my face, I wanna take a bite of it
It looks sweet, making my mouth water
Then I thought of a foul thought
Of filming somebody's daughter on camcorder
She of age, but her mind's in a cage
Fucked my man and my man and my man for no wage
Savage course, devil's got me locked by the balls
Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war
Mixed feelings like Remy and cranberry, a man
How will he fall if I shoot him dead where he stand?
I'm thinking like Charles Manson, dreaming of Marilyn Manson
Praying over my grave, deep with the plants and
Roots of evil coming in shapes and forms
I cannot identify what's right and what's wrong
All I know is sometimes I fiend for dough
Fiend for clothes and fiend for hoes backstage at my shows
Love is life and life is love
Real live **** and bonafide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grill mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed, I believe because
Love is life and life is love
Real live **** and bonafide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grill mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed, I believe
Life is full of lessons that we all must learn
Take heed and pay attention 'cause a drastic turn
Could be just around the corner waiting, coming dead on
It depends on how you're living and the path you're on
It's in the cards being dealt, I want the best for me
It's love, hell or right, O.C. has a destiny
To be the best that I can be, that means giving my all
I'm too intelligent and bright to be taking the fall
I'm twenty-some-odd years old, young, black, and a force
I'm living to see some grandkids and die of natural cause
Retire somewhere living in the keys of law
Sipping on Coors, old and happy, spit tobacco from my jaws
The price of hard living, hard work
Granted, you're given the chance, y'all, succeed and advance forth
Take advantage, opportunities is right in your face
Avoid it unless driven to, a murder was the case
Love is life and life is love
Real live **** and bonafide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grill mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed, I believe because
Love is life and life is love
Real live **** and bonafide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grill mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed, I believe that
Love is life, love is life, life is love, love is life
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Live, real, criminal
Uhh, life is lovin'
Uh-huh, O.C
You heard?
Written by: BUCKWILD, Omar Credle
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