Lyrics:
Hey, sista, whatcha gon' do...?
Goin' down by the river
Gonna play with you
Papa don't like no screamin' 'round here
No lip from da woman
it Or I die not knowing
Either I flop with it Or I Impress Her On The First Try
I Won't Lie To You
I Don't Believe In Love No More
But I Won't Break
call them all out by name so
So thank you to my wife
She supports me in my dreams
And everything in life
Thank you to my family
They support me
I stated, not from life I leave you bleedin' and faded
Hatin' made in my nature, I'm clappin' and clackin' your captain
Smackin' faggots and act
only focused on my name
I walked around with bitterness in my veins
Took a pill and swallowed that just to wash away all the shame
Who to blame was
lavish of habits, I have them,
Word to Dave Carter, I jumped in the game with victory on my brain, and I played harder than any nigga you can name, they
I saw loads of my people getting buried by my feet,
What's the point in speaking if by the end of the evening? I will probably never see them
you can get
You know somethings coming just hasn't caught up with you yet
Feel it raining down in sheets
Feel it rain down on me
Everywhere is
I can feel you coming like a freight train
Barreling down
You've been shooting down the hard stuff
Since before lunchtime now
Your hand's been
need a way and now foreal
I hate asking people for shit just know I'm keeping count foreal
I was really down foreal
Thought about selling pounds foreal
THERES NO WcY WE COULD HcVE GOT THIS FcR
ITS ENOUGH TO BE BY YOUR SIDE
UNWcNTED cND TORN INSide
THESE FEELINGS I FEEL cRE NOT JUST mine THERE MINE oh
You need cooling
‘N’ Baby I’m not fooling
I’m gonna say it yeah
Back to schooling
Way down inside
Oh honey you need it
I’m gonna give you my love
For years it would settle there 'til you called it out by name
And feared nothing but its death was worth your time
And when you came to again,
the body-shop posse coming down on their backs
Bear a gift, they'll welcome you in,
Anything shit goes straight in the bin
They're pretty choosy now, so good
having fun
And that's why I'll be coming 'round again
you know that you can count on one thing
I would never let you down
As crazy as this world may seem
The angel horde appears,
In the horizon cloaked with shining white.
In thousands they came for the war,
That would become the final battle
Being followed by the nigga hating feds
I had to ask them, what's that in your hand, all I said
Picture Fiend with this, they made me do it my friend
room, table lookin' like ice
Elevator in the crib, we shot up one flight
Then I sexed her, by the wet bar, left her ass wet
Found Az Yet and popped
leave is still stuck in my mouth.
I want to touch you, want to breathe you,
Say, "Fuck you I don't need you - get out...right now."
The city's not
[K-Borne]
Stop trying to run game
Ain't nothing new
It's all the same
Fornicating in vain
Blinded by fame, forgetting names
Seems strange, I feel it
You may sing and speak of old Easter week
And the heroes of Ninety-Eight
Of the Fenian men who roamed the glen
In victory or defeat
Their names
having conversations with LA Confidential
Spittin' crack, down to Crack
While he's in New York Central
A soldier reloading ammo
I'm rippin' out the bando
Benji's up and fucking these bitches down
Riding in my Impala, watching out for them coppers,
And impostors, acting like coppers, trying to buy what I'm
potential
You'll watch people's lives go by
Don't be afraid of new sensation
Isolated from the vulgar world
Diamond in the core of your heart
Tough
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