Lyrics:
roll cause nigga it's my time
Peace to the homies from the Four and the Duece-Nine
So motherfuckers give me my props
And if you don't
My .9 is gon'
creation
For Saints and Sages, you are protector
Beloved of Ram, demon's destroyer
You can bestow all perfections and power
The boon was given by Janaki Ma
check, check it out (I like that, yes sir)
Yeah, yeah (let's go) yeah
Il m'a dit "bébé, bébé" (bébé, bébé)
Dis-moi d'où tu viens" (hey, where you
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
[Intro]
I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon)
Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a..
Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!)
Less fame,
This shit bang too hard oh what yeah aye
Oh what yeah
(somebody called Sosa in that mo’fucker) Aye
(Know’m sayin’) yeah (Y’ever feel
Like
on the cross, he's ma heavenly Boss
ever since I'm born again I've never had a loss
Jesus is the reason for the season
I'm preaching like a pastor for reason
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
'Cause today I show old Oney who's the boss.
Hmmmm! What time is it? Four thirty!
Hey, Oney!
Oney! Ha ha ha ha!
you know
You the only one that be getting me in my feelings just so you know baby
Hey look one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven
on my knees
When I could slide down next to me?
And why would I ever wanna leave
When I could die here in ecstasy?
Hey, what's the deal with this
to say thank you
Okay, awesome
This is pretty major and, I don't know, you
Probably have no way of knowing this
But the very first song I ever played
got it on me
I'ma keep it live I'ma ride for mine
He my best friend
Hey twin hey twin
He my best friend
Hey twin hey twin
No John I might be a legend
Armani Code, (Whoo!)
Rep that shit like that's the only brand I chose
Four amounts, I can make the bag alone, (Oh)
I don't need no help, (Nah)
Done this by
tomorrow
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line."
Then the section foreman said, "Hey! Hammer-swinger!
I see you your own hammer boy but, what
hoes
Like change my clothes, every single day, I'ma do that shit, I'ma pop that ring
I'ma ever do the game, I'ma buy the ring, yeah, but this ball make
just as big as ever
He says he's from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
the question
Why do I miss you?
It's 4am and I'm sitting in my car again
Chain smoking these cigarettes thinking of the time back then
You'd always flip
facing a lot of dark days
Only a small number of people listen to my songs
If you’re new, let me tell you ‘bout my first 4 tapes
Hey look, my first
the Cayenne
I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We
believed it was simple
That's why i needed to work
Metaphors by the 4, 8, 12, 1, 6
One day I'm making a hit
Next day I'm making a fist
One day I'm making
mother only one that will know
And I pray to god
That I'll never ever loose hope
4-2-425
Lost hope
Suicide
I just wanna end my life
Never thought you'll
it
Stupid ass bitches! Yo
Niggas just want to compare her to somebody
Everybody! If they ever see me
Sitting down and peeing
They're gonna fucking
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