Lyrics:
Kindling flames!
Between these two dying names
Let me start making my mark on the Target
You’re the watered down soccer mom zombified
Version of K mart’s
so I guess I'm really done
So tell me... what brings you here Mister...
Major
I read your little article that I saw in last week’s paper
About a guy
Here come Judas
You better check your pockets
Here comes Judas
You better check your watch
Here he come one
Here he come two
Here he come three
Don't
from here
Where do we go from here
I love you so much
I love you so much
Where do we go from here, aye
Where do we go from here
Bust it open, I walk in
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking
Coming down the slab line the fo's crip
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
You just popped in the Lil Jon remix of "The Workout Plan", and
And five, four, three, two, one
And here come the five to the seven and six
I
for everything you've done for me
Blessings upon blessings, just so I can see
That I'm not all by myself and that you're always here for me
And all
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
the third one
But slow motion's still progress
When you stay on the same course toward your conquest
Suburban hermit, now my Silver Age version
Quick to give
talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch
full of emotions so when you sip
There's a red velvet tux and it's grabbing you by the hips
But what you scared for you already here so
You know what you
straight
You told me things
That heroes must make
I'll do what you say
As long as you kneel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal.
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at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
bitch to wipe me down
Schoolboy, bitch
Put pistols over cap and gowns
Niggas be saying they hot shit
They ain't fuckin' with me?
H three then it's power
Prison Bed Blues - Acoustic music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
2000, 2013 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2013, 2020 Bucketstomp Productions
All
down, tore the game up nigga
Took your high score down, put my name up nigga
Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga
I did it my way (and
room, their in my room
Ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
is the door locked
Ma'am?
N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a
N N, dup dup, dup
a bout NIGGA
Show you what a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All my real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
the walls
No barrier too thick, no obstruction too tall
Allow yourself to be who you really want to be
Who you're meant to be, here to be, just me
This isn't
Bell, and everybody else who's involved, my drum tech
especially, Gadsy! And EMI, for whom without them I wouldn't be here talking to you lot, mumbling
or not it's bleedin
I'm on my grizzly bear down in the winter rain hail sleet or snow imma deliver new era version of eazy yeah I'm the dope-man and I
good at breaking doors down, nothing in my way
You want it? then it's yours now, I've been getting paid
You want me then I'm yours yeah, Bitch I'm here
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