Lyrics:
up on the letter
I miss you daddy cause now I'm grown
times are getting hard when your daddy's never home
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm sorry little mija
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
could ride by the gates
Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?
Would you pray louder finally believing His power?
Even
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
look me in they eye
Only warriors survive, and the weak, get eaten alive
Chorus
Third Verse:
Kickin' wild by my style
Don't cut it down, do it now
I'm
of importance
Intimidate discontinue the plagued
Convenience three times again
Slipping cyber health omnipresent
Rescue evolvilist evaporate the deserts dry
Oh chika, how you look so [Foreign Content]
Oh, chika, chika, chika, chika, yeah
One, two, three, four
Here we go
Oh, pretty woman, walkin'
you were attacked by giant centipedes.
Now I'm set free. (x3)
(Then repeat entirely)
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Return back home after
Three months on the road
I know that it's time to piece
My puzzled life into an ordinary frame
Life goes on but for me
You don't want to see me
You're not into wasting time
You think I wont but believe me
I'll stand right by your side
And if you go you'll
and destiny
We three testaments to hope
(Even though the evil stole this motherfuckin misfit)
Copy referred upon as statistics
List it, test it, shit's burned
Incognito, my little female circus rider
From Exotik Park would have to go
Rainy weather by the river
Snake paths in the grass
The child with
awhile,
and told him all the sadness
of those years that numbered three.
Well you know I think my fate's belated
because of all the hours I waited
but as soon as the, grind get hard
you put yo time in God.
Verse 1
It's in our blood
thuggin
til the days of my death
my last breath taken by the ATF
shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less
That's big timer shit
White colla' shit, so I jet
I see some niggas casin' the set
Hangin' out by
said honey just get in the car and ask no questions
Oh and by the way I forgot to mention
You'll be driving from now
You'll be driving from now
hologram burn churches
murders by sticking a crucifix through your cervix
divine purpose
for the remi that's in my thermos
wait and see we'll stick you with
or the browning
Tone haffi bury inna sitten by a morning
1. Mi is a bwoy who don't believe say mi fi draw nill
If even for a minute mi haffi put it in still
the bed, damn, nobody care
[Young Noble - Verse 3]
Yo, hard times as a youngsta
Scarred by the hunger, wonder
How many gonna die this summer (die this
hoes got game
Runnin' down a line of niggas like an Amtrak train
Can't explain why, I'm too busy high
Herb got my mind, seein' that I'm passin' em by
Everybody livin by they own rules
Niggaz make me so sick I get nauseous
When I'm in the streets I always remain cautious
You can get rolled up, like a ounce
Hot! Tell me anything you want
Every little thing you say to me
Every little thing I think of you baby
-3-
Honey, what you mean to me
Is more
I smell a Slob
So now it's time I kill me one
Or two or three
Them see from the scene G
On my way to hook up with be -K
[B-K]
be -K Slob killa
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