Lyrics:
time, we do it on sight
Bro wanna catch these hands, naw, catch this bread
Ima fien for the bag, so I'm fienin for a grand
Ye its magic in my hand, ain't
I'm surrounded by the darkness
But I know Him who surrounds the darkness
Lord tighten up my harness
Cause the devil ain't want these
Hands
Hands
I'm
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
of place in a world where they cause me to lose it
On a daily basis, mind racing
Try and shake it by dropping some new shit
But my identity an illusion
Living righteously truly comes at a cost, do I live in the world or die by the cross?
Am I found am I lost? lose it all, fall to understanding, demanding
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
the girls, takin' out MCs
If ya try to disrespect me, I just say Please!
Here to command the hip-hop land
Kick it live with a box inside my hand
I'm
rock the beat with your hand
That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin'
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched!
Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue
Morgue, all
you not gonna
Live Again
I would never expose my hand
Ever
Ever killed your own mans
I would never
Even if it’s some deep shit
I would never
Talking 6
Soaked by some juicy limes
None of us are Noah
We don't live a 950 year Lifetime
Because of what Jesus did Am I fine?
I don't know We'll see after I repent
he's dead
We did it and cleaned our hands
We can't hear his demands
Slash gameMode C to withstand
God has our lives planned
After we die we go to his
strapped when you ridin'
Through life and hope not to crash
But it's a difference when you in some shit
Good callus on my hands but if not I keep the pistol
my nigga
Nigga, it's hard
Niggas done gave up on God
Maybe God gave up on us
Maybe She angry we worshippin' all these false idols
So devils just
perfect I
Been through shit I'm hurting
But bitch I'm stronger than bourbon I
Been told by my partners I need to chill cuz I work a lot
I do it cause I
this truck made by Bentley
This beat made by Kentley
I'm rockin' Versace along this Givenchy
I won't hit your blunt cause I know that shit Fenty
And if
two zero sixteen
Now I'm bad guy
These niggas they done turned me into a monster
Gotta get my bands up hands up
Yeah yeah yeah let's fuck up some commas
two zero sixteen
Now I'm bad guy
These niggas they done turned me into a monster
Gotta get my bands up hands up
Yeah yeah yeah let's fuck up some commas
the ride then he made that crash
The opp boys way too wet
Would've thought they got sprayed by Fireman Sam
And the kickback's way too strong
Should've
you seem to forget I’m not 11 and sweet talk don’t win me over
I realize that I’m becoming hypnotized
He had these
Blue eyes and the sexy skin
Made
the coat and the heals and the bag
Shawty want the trip put her toes in the sand
But shawty bout her work with her mouth and her hand
Shawty put the time
Hopping in the benzo
Bitches I got two of those
Shopping like I made it ho
I'm Bleezy she knows how it goes
God Damn
These rappers gotta listen cus
I'll never drop
My life is a mantra
These niggas live
The envious Judas
Cannot forgive
I fought to the top
Man I even killed
He wants what I got
And he
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