Lyrics:
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
forgive you by and by
You, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when
forgive you by and by
You, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when
parked on 3rd street by Gate house
Where the fire at
Come round thinking shit sweet
Try to take something
Don't try that
Six pack had the Pyrex
My cousin
all these junkies came from
Long way red monkey
Used to rock them red monkeys in
The Trap House had that skunky
Niggas on the block and I'm
Getting
Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are
Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin'
space!
Treacherous like naughty by nature and Kool Moe Dee
Wouldn't catch me half steppin', even if I lost both feet!
Hey Brooklyn hard rock, your
and witness the greatness
I got more blues than Brockhampton faces
If you was born in a burnin' house, the world's on fire
If you hustle, then I promise you can
A party a party my dear departed company
We’ll sing in loving memory
At the cemetery
The wailing of the women’s choir
That perished in the hotel fire
Their
I'm losing it by the hour
And I think I'm a little too devoted to this cause now
It's taking me by the mouth
Got my hands tied up and my thoughts in
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
That Jesus, He ain't nowhere
I know better, He lives in my heart
Jesus is a soul man
You can find Him in the Bible pages
Jesus, He's the rock of ages
He
me a brand new toy
Two turntables with a mic, and I learned to rock like Dolemite
Time went by, on this God's creation, I knew someday I would rock
Common and Wailing Souls
Wonder where the inspiration’s coming from
They say I sound Oldskool baby
Like Frank and Sammy Davis
Sing in the rain like Gene
n****s hit with crack box
Yeah, cause we crack the pots on top Yeah, we gon' back to be body rock
Ah, throwing stones in my glass house Woah, I smoke
nowhere.
I know better, He lives in my heart.
Jesus is a soul man.
You can find Him in the Bible pages.
Jesus - he's the rock of ages.
Hides me in
want a dime from me
She say my money was dirty
Was chopping them rocks in my room and she heard me
Said get that shit out of her house in a hurry
I tried
Called Quest
Here to wreck, ya know what I'm sayin'
Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the house
And we're definitely chilling on the lifted tip
body may be
But my Lord has set my soul free
There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom
A house of worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God
on your altar
Like rocks of Gibraltar, we stand strong yet softer
We foster upgrades
Reprogram your DNA
Shine light in your airwaves
Release you from your
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
Where I'm from money be the object
I get mines putting fire to the Pyrex
So fuck a diss
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