Lyrics:
they do
And if he didn't judge her then he may know of the pain that she's been through
Two broken hearts become one
And this heart won't come undone
downtown Dallas by the
Sight of the grassy knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was broken
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
He hears
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
to the south
Tell them deuces, just put two in the air
So sick, said it must be the flu in the air
If you do it big then I probably did it obese
Thought it was
back
Two deck of cards, life a gamble
Let’s go head roll the dice
I pray to god that they do not
They let off shots through the night
Live by the gun,
the clowns til you get to your destination
(We here Tone, got our masks on, we bout to run up in
I know you ain't talking bout the house, with the broken
girls with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A Down South Hustla
Plus a head buster from New Orleans
See I gotta be a paid nigga
star
(this is still 70 south)
Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third (nah), I feel you
It's the Don Makaveli - live my life
and act wild
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style
And it's all from head, passin' round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So people keep your head
on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cackling, helping the shackling of your brethren happen
Just by rapping
Liberator
it up like cereal
But it was something like shrapnel
Steady on!
It's like ten miles of a two-lane
On a South Dakota wheat plain
In the middle
Be Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Stupid ass nigga
[Chorus: x2]
I smoke
the Midnight Sun
HOOK: CEELO
HOOK & VAMP: BLACK PSALMIST (sung in South African native Xhosa)
Sililanga siyakhanya (We Are) X2
Ezinzulwini zobumnyama (We
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
head back, now finish the cup
[Chorus]
[D-Roc]
285 sip 75, 75, south on 75 to the turnpike (x2)
[Kaine]
Take that trip to the bottom, bottom (x2)
Just
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
yea I love a I still tryda hugger even tho she ain't my color now I'm fuckin wit that butta I'm tha head chief I would front cha home boi but ain't
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
and days getting flows tighter
Las Vegas, the all nighters
Not playing if there's no deposit
Rap game just a soap opera
Pocket change and a broken promise
Oh brother don't set store by my advice
I've made enough mistakes to fill a life
But since you ask the thoughts that fill my head
Here's one
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