Lyrics:
Who could have done it?
Who could have done it
And I wonder where's the cook and her knife
Madam, said Adam, with his wife by his side,
It was
on resurrection now
Come home
Would you like to play a game?
Let's weave our web of sorted lies
And could you ever be the same
Now that you have this by your side
on the beat.Yella's on the cut.
So listen right close while we rip shit up.
(Shit Up echoes while fading.)
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot
at the entertainment
24/7, do you have troubles?
K.C.'s yours and K.C.'s coming home
How could you feel?
Tired without clothes
Be in a new place to be
Tired
And the people in the basement didnt have a bruise
Steel columns turned to dust But I don't even trust
The video to be honest, So we'll never know
Whered
on the beat.Yella's on the cut.
So listen right close while we rip shit up.
(Shit Up echoes while fading.)
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Now if man had been born with six fingers on each hand
He'd also have twelve toes, or so the theory goes
Well, with twelve digits, I mean, fingers
without you very well
I've forgotten you just like I should
Of course I have
Except to hear your name
Or someone's laugh that is the same
But I'v
not have the authority by any standard of law to say something in name of yourself
Instead its others who must judge you
Nine
In the agony of power
researchers who work the extra shifts on the pentest
Those that can't get away and have nothing to get away to
Signed the first line, it was just nine to five
Heaven Father, let me lead by example
Let me be Your servant
Give you the true word that's spoken
Have ya heard it? Have ya noticed?
Don't be deceived by
God Help Me
There has always been a true church and a false church,
Jesus said “you will know them by their fruit.”
Well, here are some false
be out, nothing to talk about
Well meet up at the house
POWER x 7 (Power in Forgetting)
POWER x7 (It don’t deserve a mention)
Well you can joke all you want, but you still have to admit
You haven't smiled the same way ever since the day that you left
It's Summer 2018
Had to stay
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
wonder 's
Funkay
I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure
Sul c-notes in my tennis skirt(?)
And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this
Mike]
And still inside the chamber stands
A single cell with crimson hue
Resealed by spoken word of Man
Imbued with power from spiritual Truth
Two souls
Mike]
And still inside the chamber stands
A single cell with crimson hue
Resealed by spoken word of Man
Imbued with power from spiritual Truth
Two souls
to pulling capers
I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right).
I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7
a mansion for my mother.
The 24/7, the cool-Aid smile,
Say, "Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile."
[Chorus]
Come on.
Now you know just who I am
And the dwarfs of falseness throw mud at your back
Guided by spells from the old seer's hands
You're suffering pain only steel can stand
Stay well on your way
24/7 got mask your face
This active place will say you got a bag to chase
When actually, your grinding for a bag of change
And wont have none of that
YOU'RE ALL I NEED
24-7
Aint no mo stressing
Many more blessings
Don't need prayer from anymore reverends cuz
YOU'RE ALL I NEED
Shout hallelujah
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