Lyrics:
I found Jesus Christ to be a healer and I tell you he's everything
And I'm just trying to tell everybody all the young people especially
In all thy
[Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
the Lemonheads and the pork rinds
And I'm on one
Yeah, 116 been real
Binghamton, Tennessee, from Third Ward to Ceiling Hill
And I live in multiple world, call
to be fucking real G,
I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a nigga to break em off to get her
live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford
scared to book em when you get uptight
[ VERSE 3: Johny see ]
Now I'm the prince of rhyme, and all of you cry
And I'm inspired by the beat and all you
blinded by the vision
My pen is still on the job, I'm only getting closer to God
In AmeriK-K-K, this a stuttering song
Nah...I'm only studying Psalm, pray
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
faith trying
To keep strong
So show yourself in these
Tough storms
Father will you stop by
I've been waiting nigga
Father will you stop by
I'm
definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You
Sometimes I'm on my own
But I'm seeing
Plenty fish in sea
While seeking Kingdom
Committed to penning this book of Psalms so you can read it
But I'd be a lie
Yeah,
Used to want to be up in the limelight
Then life gave me lemons shown me that it's God who really got the time right
And to death I'm saying
pandemic is over
We gone ride
We gone slide
We gone move
We gone grind
The sun out
My hair is down
Im feeling Proud
I'm ready too
Take on this world
Right
of laughables
And now its even faster with the broadband
Mp3’s pushed by the board to award stands
A whore’s land, airwaves in an idiot’s ward’s hands
to Baltimore / And Bill and Gene’ve been replaced by some sisters on the streets of Ward 24 // (chorus x2)
stammer
Saying this temporary world has sour notes
My brothers keep you up at night
When the ward's walls seems cold and white
Your husband doses off
Sentient! Asleep no more. I'm tired of dreaming, these visions abhorred
Sentient! I've transcended the void, contorted this realmscape, all wards destroyed
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
a pork b.l.t.
If my shit ain't hot, it probably try to drive me
Psyhce, its somethin' I can never let myself see
Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin'
Yeah
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher's
Talkin' big shit about the South Park
Said he's gonna stmop me
Pissed off 'cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse (Um-Hmm)
Shit didn't make me none
I
surround-by sound
Paint job cracking cause the punch ain't fade
Jamming that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowing coke-laced seed
I'm throwing up
Mob
Talkin' big shit about the South Park
Said he's gonna stop me
Pissed off cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse [Um-Hmm]
Shit didn't make me
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