Lyrics:
y'all outta pocket buckets
Y'all creating envy and jealousy by doing that buckets
Now go look in the face of y'all daughters right now and tell them you
wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches, it's all on you
Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2 I throw hallows threw ,what you use to
swallow and chew,
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
three seen the light in me once never dimming
Swore on the day I was born with the fire on me
I bring it
Hear them angels singing
E
I'm a lion
Never tire
just sayin'
Hands together 'cause we gon' start prayin' (amen)
I'm spitting this heat
Boy, I bought them shoes on your feet
Y'all needa listen, so
Bleed blue blood huh
Don't kill a crip tonight
Till that day all black unite
Pop pop let's have a great night
Wannna say dorime
Don't let them gas you up
just for me
Unlocking like she's the key
Your back flipping like one, two, three
I'm brought back down by gravity
I say yeah let's round them up
Take
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
ruined it and lost them all
I destroyed what I had been waiting on for so long
I felt them slipping out of my life
I wrote my grievances, expressed my
just happens when the blood gets thin
Crank those big windows down, let that big bad wolf in
He's blowin' down them straw houses them three little pigs
There chanced to be a pedlar bold
A pedlar bold he chanced to be
He rolled his pack all on his back
And he came tripping o'er the sea
By chance he
Was the money good?, Was em bitches bad? Was them fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're
paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
Puttin' inches all up in her
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
I'm a gold
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
Destroyed all their animals.
Next came boils and hail and locusts.
Before darkness three straight days.
Then only the sons under the blood of the lamb
Were
offering my service
To the lowly people that we meet, no beasts, I make them nervous
My many deeds are known to be the root of all my power
As I quest for
and they all say slat'
She on the phone while she play with her cat
All the shit mine and not made by a rat
MTHREE' will put three in his hat
MTHREE' will
tonight, I'm walking by his side
So kiss yo' mama on the lips and softly say goodnight
Grew up with them robbers
Them shotters, them hot boys
to the public library
He sees a few signs up, comes home all full of good intention
He gives blood, he does coal research(?)
What do you, uh, what do you do
his presence
But Jehovah had a plan
The blood of bulls wasn’t strong enough
It would take a perfect man
So the Father sent His son Jesus
To die for all
And the fools who place their bets on the 2nd coming will surely be sorely disappointed
The ones to save them are here, the brethren of all things blackened now
hail Mary I was way to thrown
I was Tarzan raised by gorillas and the beasts
High on them trees when I gorilla'd the beast
Then that truth came hit me
the money all straight
Uh
Watch her go up
Down down
Watch her go up
Down down
Shawty body killa killa
Send them all to first forty-eight
I say
House by
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