Lyrics:
you knew right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip i think your type like
(Fifty cal I think it your
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
West End
Wrote my hardest wrongs and the crazy part, I ain't have no pen
Maybach interior came with sheepskin
Still remember when I just had three
GIFT OF FcITH
POWER GIFTS; They do something.
1. Gift of Faith
2. Working of Miracles
3. Gift of Healing.
Foundation
The Gift of the Holy Spirit
Ugh
One two one two
REY THREE
Yea
This another one of then classic hiphop joints
Real hiphop heads only
Can't stop yall it won't stop
Can't stop yall
of thinking
That was the worst of the crimes
By the time they killed Ms. Bonnie
She had already died 3 times
A full moon was flyin’
The wind was high
much loss
Politicians making promises (one two three, i'm good)
cdding up the cost
Handing out free money won't do it
There's got to be a little more
always give you that
Stand or fear wrath
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 time to blow back
The format is down pat rest assured that
It's the Akil, Chali 2na you the mumma
with eyes but with the mind
Thriving under pressure because my people believe in me
Underhanded by the greater purpose
No switches on my line like two
shoot over to defender
Wemba
I'm a lottery pick
Owe it to who
Poli and Lochie they part of the lottery
They tryna mimic
There can be two
Still lot's
Yeah
Yeah
One time, one time (yeah, one time, two times, three times, how many times you wanna go?)
Right (right)
One time for the niggas that
you're 5 foot 2
Okay, 5 one and a half
And everybody else in the whole gym class
If 5 foot 3 and even taller, it hurts
Truth is I hadn't thought about
And it's a one, two, three, four
Look at the sky, you can open the door
And take my hand, take my hand, take my hand
Ah, don't you want to touch
Don't you
flowers . . . is just as picking thoughts,
Multitudinous
Scratched away into existence
Three men, and three women, fly through rainforest trees
Just by
if you show up, you've invaded and they won't tell ya
Thank you for being a part of this journey
Hope we see each other in the future
See how we've
Three, two, one, go!
Have you heard the news? Everyone's talkin'
Life is good 'cause everything awesome
Lost my job, there's a new opportunity
More
who’s A1 separate the fake ones
Most ain’t been a part the journey trust me I done traced it
They never brought shit to the table like terrible waiters
something, pretending that I'm blushing
I step 1, 2, 3
And I'll watch by the door
Give you even more
But in all your fury
You still can't escape me
I've
ending up
With even less
Than I had
Record company
Is dealing me something sad
How do you expect
A man to sit
And wait with three kids
For you
the sunshine when the petals run dry
Just remember everybody needs the rain Sometimes
It's all a part of life so grow along with it
The journey of a righteous
begins
Three young friends yearning to be men
Will march through a forest forsaken
Two centuries ago...
Fending off the dangers that lay askew
These young
other niggas clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three or two
1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
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