No Different (feat. DaZ) - Mar3x

Feeding on ya I thought that we were stronger Oh I'm leaning on ya We don't have much longer I don't have the time, don't have the place Don't have the mind, to do the things To live a life I gotta be alright to love you, baby You don't have the time, don't have a place Don't have a mind, to do the things To live a life You gotta be alright to love me, baby You may ask me why Why don't we try? No, we'll never have the time, Don't have the place, don't have the mind To do the thing, to live a life I gotta be alright to love you, baby Bleeding for ya My heart is on the table Woah And I'm willing to love But don't know if I'm able No, no, no, no, no, no 'cause I don't have the time Don't have the place, don't have the mind To do the things, to live a life I gotta be alright to love you, baby You don't have the time Don't have a place, don't have a mind To do the things, to live a life You gotta be alright to love me, baby You may ask me why Why don't we try? No, we'll never have the time, Don't have the place, don't have the mind To do the thing, to live a life I gotta be alright to love you, baby And if I'm honest with myself I could make time for someone else Thing gone better Are you really too busy And if you're honest with yourself, You could make time for someone else Don't you say, say I don't have the time, Don't have the place, don't have the mind To do the things, to live a life I gotta be alright to love you, baby You don't have the time Don't have a place, don't have a mind To do the things, to live a life You gotta be alright to love me, baby You may ask me why Why don't we try? No, we'll never have the time, Don't have the place, don't have the mind To do the thing, to live a life I gotta be alright to love you, baby

Well, things can be broken down In this world of ours You don't have to be a famous person Just to make your mark A mother can be an inspiration To her little son Change his thoughts, his mind, his life Just with her gentle hum, hum So different Yet so the same Two sisters Only have their parents to blame It's rare that two can get along But when they do, they're inseparable Such a blessing comes to few, few The sky is full of clouds And my world's full of people You got the different kinds With different ways It would take a lifetime to explain No one's the same He and she, two different people With two separate lives Then you put the two together you get a Spectacular surprise 'Cause one can teach the other one What she doesn't know While still the other fills a place inside He never knew had room to grow, grow, grow, grow The sky is full of clouds And my world's full of people You got the different kinds With different ways It would take a lifetime to explain No one's the same Oh yeah, once in a while I sit back And think about the planet Most of the time I trip on it To kick back and think about How massive it all is And how many others are on it, yeah I often think about the world In which I live today, Of animals and plants and nature's gift Set on display But the most amazing thing That I've seen in my time Are all the different people And all their different minds, minds, minds, minds And different ways It would take a lifetime to explain No one's exactly the same So many different people So many different kinds So many, many, many different people So many different Look at me, I'm a person Look at me, I'm my own person So many different people So many different kinds For better or for worse, different people

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infiltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

(Daz) It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind (Daz) (Kurupt) Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours (Hook - 2x: Daz) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind (Daz) I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga (Kurupt) (Daz) Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass (Hook - 2x) (Kurupt) (Daz) Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta (Daz) (Kurupt) With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap (Kurupt) Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good (Hook - 3x) (Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook) Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics