Lyrics:
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
the lane and you hot now
I'm in the trenches, holding choppers made in Moscow
Yeah, we was generous to these degenerates
They keep pretending it's love so
die
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
And blowing dro up in the show
Always leaning to the side
your voice, man?
I'm not dead, I am the life!
Believe in me you're not the bird
But you can fly!
Oh, I'm getting mad
Her tears of accusing me for
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
your homies up in a box
My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to smoke shit a lot, if there's a guy by me say something
If you love
you know that I love you
And day by day my love grows
Here's' where I stand, I gotta be your man
I don't care if we're from two different worlds
But
me to grab
But little does she know
That I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing
'Cause at the end of the night
It is her I'll be holding
I love you so that's
down like that
Shallah, cigars and ball hats
Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo
What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?
You don't believe
down like that
Shallah, cigars and ball hats
Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo
What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?
You don't believe
Not ever. To all those who supported our campaign, I'm humbled by the faith you placed in us. To all those who did not support us, let me say this. Hear
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back 'cause they suck
It's just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it, we're in the car right
does
But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
are living proof
You love on me initially
And the truth shall set me free
Your ways are definitely not my ways
Saved by your grace
Holding me in your
and Loro talk 'bout how we slang dope, huh
Now the weed in stores, can you believe this, Ty?
I put my hustle onto Forbes, can you believe this guy? (Nah)
knuckles on the second hands of working class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterous
Stay alive, you play or die, no options,
stand by you,
And fight for you,
I will live for you,
And die for you,
Agape Love,
Agape 4X love,
Agape 4X love,
I will stand by you,
And fight for you,
I
're
Bipolar?" At another point, in "Burgundy, "
There's a voice-over that asks
"Why you so depressed and sad all
The time like a little bitch?"
How did your own
turn into a cynic
How the fuck you doubt I turn the game into a clinic
How you not believe I'd really pull up in the meanest
How you not believe I really
nothing to loose but my shell and you can have that
Never ? you mother fucker never die
with the axe and the pistol representin the eastside
Chorus x4
We
can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer
[Chorus: 2x]
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though
in the stables
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna
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