Lyrics:
Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone
Deep within my
Praying up to God that someone will call
Me with a job opening
Cause it's been so hard for me
Month to month struggling to eat
But still there was no
always taken by a bad line
And I say this as your friend
You're being fake again
Don't call me up just to complain about it
Don't call me up just
the Feds
Call me crazy, say I'm nuts
In my front yard wit' a bat, like "What?"
I saw somethin' by the fence
It's either ghosts or it's the Feds
Who would
Stay for awhile
And remember the days gone by
For a moment it can seem
Just the way it used to be
Snowfalls, phone calls, broken hearts
Clear summer
Daddy and all that
Fuckin' with my head, for real
I never knew that I would fall so deep in love with her
Call me lover, friend, girl, we was just
[ KM.G ]
Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KM.G
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's
the Nine's flow so
So by jokes you know??
Couldn't see me with bi-focals
I'm top dog, something like a CEO
I'm calling shots, call it Don Julio
But they don't
and you'll survive
E.M.P. took out the radio-- (and our milk-man didn't call)
Flash blinded by the pretty lights, didn't see his bottles fall
Or feel
to keep round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call Silkk The Shocker, you might call me MISTER!
Now I got a drop top, I'm a ghetto
on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
Got a black girl and a white one, call 'em salt and pepper
I call one of 'em a Beamer and one a Kompressor (skrr)
I told her, I would call her back
still 187 on an undercover cop
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep
dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just
back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
still 187 on an undercover cop
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep
feeling myself
Pull up and I switch lanes
Call me by my nickname, fuck everyone else
I need a big bag, I'm tryna do big thangs
I been feeling myself
Pull up
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
Things have fallen accord
Only water call ni (back again)
Only water call ni
Ehhh
Things are foreign (LSB on the microphone)
Plenty foreign
Many
enough
People say they gonna kill themselves, Imma call that bluff
'Cause I'd rather kill somebody else and get the cuffs
Don't wanna die, don't suicide
[Chorus]
Hey mister,
Stick out ya wrist, how many in this?
Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes?
I need to see how deep them pockets get.
Let
Four records deep, and I still get stage fright
From small towns to the big city night lights
[Chorus]
If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly
you call me Poseidon
Deep when I dive in
Tight like it’s Jericho’s dry wall hibernate at night fall and climb in
Weed at the drive in
Backseat reclining
legislation
Led to demographic in isolation
Another participation in decapitation
Ten-four die, river deep, mountain high
Is a wall stuck between dyin'
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