Lyrics:
time you try to step out my soul
They’ll be more then hell to rise
Saying I never tried
Wack ass bitch that that had no tit's
Fact is, You fucked around
to dust will all be consigned
Could God really govern if He hated justice
Could you accuse Him of taking a bribe
Does He pay more attention to a king
em drinkin and my habit to smoke
Wit they points and they publishing, no rubbishing
Dem keys that's coming from Tiawana
Is supporting my gambling, more
room
He'd buy her a lot of things, said it's because he cared
But there was just more to it, she could tell by his glare
She could tell by his stare he
Dior ya
Ain't tucking no chain dawg, don't even reach
Shoot a video, pop up on your TV
When I drop this banger, they gon' have it on repeat
More time
we've found a better place for you
To go, go-woh, go-woh
Oh no, this I can't believe
Oh Mary, they're asking us to leave
Get 'em out by Friday
we've found a better place for you
To go, go-woh, go-woh
Oh no, this I can't believe
Oh Mary, they're asking us to leave
Get 'em out by Friday
like
Look hell I need a job
Because I'm living close to poor
And I don't really wanna be broke no more
I wonder if the record label got my call
Well I
Do you want me win or you want me to fail
Jump off the porch and I start causing hell
Wit my foot on the gas I ain't leaving no trail
I was down bad
assure you that you're gonna pay for it
(Pay up)
Son of guns, no, suns of sam
I'm more the son of Teddy Pendergrass
So high I almost hit the ceiling fan
lies and evil clash face to face
Soil we can exploit
A decent way to live
Pay a dime for more
No land belongs to me
Keep your pockets full
Sink into
the way
From Van Buren in the motels
My ho sells they body
Just don't tell nobody
We got more tales, going through Hell
Sleeping on a cardboard box,
walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think
Living by myself
Uh huh
Paranoid as hell
Okay
Doooo
And they say
Yesterday is tomorrow
Dooooooo
But somehow
Doooo
I keep on loving you
They say that
Hallowday
"Seven years Tam Lin has dwelled
With us beneath the hill
By seven years his time has come
To pay a tithe to Hell
Shame betide her ill-fared face
the shanks
Now I pull rank cause I'm a CEO and a director
You seen the videos? No
Poverty's fool, that's me in the flesh
Trying to be like others instead
the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
like she in a maze
Only thing she utters out
Somebody's got to pay for taking her sons life
Making her grieve
Shedding more tears
Giving her sleepless
working cmerican just getting by will now have to shoulder the tax burden even more because they're now on the hook to pay more in taxes with no benefit
Bla-bla-black sheep, have you any soul?
No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick
Jill's a little whore and her alibis are
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all
surrounded by You
More than a song to sing
I believe this is true
Your mercies cover me
Everyday they are new
I'm a child of the King
I'm a child of Jehovah
at you now I got you
(shakin')
Oh my look at me now I'll make you
Feel good
Save yourselves
And pray to God he'll give them Hell
To pay, rebel and take
nazis
And was followed blindly by the millions who got him elected
The best of them were sorry: what the hell had they expected?
Centuries from now our
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