Lyrics:
'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
sit inside but there's visions Im driven by that Im gifted
Living by this Im wishing for inner guidance from systems that I beat to win in time
Yea
brick
Lined him all up and gave him the whole clip
Said he wasn't eatin', he wanted his own shit
And not to mention Ty was fuckin' his old bitch
But
high, she followed him low
Till she came to yon churchyard
There the grave did open up
And Sweet William he lay down
Is there any room at your head,
gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix
I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos,
keys
I took lil' mama then went down to Greece
Young nigga 'round me, slimey and greasy
I bought her diamonds and she keep it a secret
Knock your
hurting in my soul King but still I worship by my lonely
So now I roll up on your block casting demons out like can't nobody hold me
Blood Of Christ Blood
'Til things lined up right, and went so wrong
Yeah I toured "20
20" twice, 40 days, 40 nights
2 of each bird of my shit, I save ya life
Paid the price,
of him and less cared for his fate.
And he knew no peace of mind when his trial was comin' by
The judge said, "you are guilty you must die."
Bb f
But paul
on my way
Let me down, I've fallen again
Oh, I've fallen again
But by ways that I write this poet's signature
I will cross my paths, I will right
But
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I
available June 18th
It's a great match
(Out) Just barely out things seem to
Be heating up on the court
Young turn the music up
Turn the lights down, i'm in
I went down to the chapel last easter morning,
Hadn’t been for a while, it seemed like a good time
I was counting on hearing a beautiful sermon
By
and light this house on fire
Goodnight, I'm still up, I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full, I'm 'bout to drink it way down
What up Bun my
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
I'm waitin' on a feeling for the day I'm wakin' up a millionaire
So I can change like a chameleon
The ideas I came up with are brilliant, but the haters
I know you bad but what else is there to notice
It's M.O.B. I'm feelin untouchable
We came a long way from them lunchables
I'm tryin to live life like
went so long
That he had up and fell asleep
No one extraordinary, as far as we can tell
We know nothing else of him
Except that he fell
The first ones
hand it to me
(Gotta gimme that shit, dog)
Prayed, then I prayed again (amen, Lord)
Had a moment but it came and went
(They don't love you no more)
chances, I'm knowin' this a stick up
But when we tried to bail, we got blocked by a pickup
Droppin' fools, tryin to test my pimpin' to see what I'm all
around wit chickens like I came from a farm, man
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down
don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down
she gon'"
We had dinner, we talked about the future
She said I could have chose any bitch, I would beg to differ
But beggars can't be choosers,
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