Lyrics:
the light
Take an egg and spill out all the life
Take another body and burn it bright
Some don't get to see
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty-four and sixty-five
the rollie, I need 40 acres
I'm from Virginia but they think I'm Creole cause I spit it hotter than Cajun
I know it's my time I just gotta stay patient
For
Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it's
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
man known to turn home boys to tourists.
I love the JVC Force and MC Shan,
but draw upon dreams and fractured memories.
I've factored remedies
promise
Just hear me through
Let me hear those ooh, ooh, oohs
We're almost at the end girl, let it out
Twelve, twenty four, thirty six, forty eight
If
statistics, forensics, ballistics
The consensus seh the percentage who deaf before them 20's a life expectancy
Verse: 1
6 outta 10 ghetto youth carry gun
1
the world could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred-forty hours in my day
I've been trying to call you all day, 'cause I got so many
you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank
Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint
I got money in the bank so I ball
Twenty one, plus I got this forty like I’m OVO
Never catch praying for love in a rodeo
Hot Head
Cool, calm, can tell by the mope i’m low
I just
so far out in the ocean we were halfway to being Russian
My beard was always icy and the swells were forty feet
We slept four hours a day killing fish
tarantula brain
Every night's another set of thrills
Devil chicks and liquor and pills
A flathead Ford that's ready to rock
Throttle down and here I go
One
will we make it my nigga?
I'm hoping all these dreams is dead when we get up upon it
I can't help to clutch my fuckin' lead might face another opponent
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
and hatred
Recommend you take me with about a hundred forty pounds of salt and bake it
Album barely play yet
China shakin'
I'm a mistake often mistaken
Soggy
to cut a few niggas that didn't get the message
I had to recognize the people standing in my section
I had to recognize out another day was still
a 50 slab divided it up with the team
Sold em all double-down did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin dimes to forty
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
just the life that I live
I'm on my own hype vVS stones in the club
It's like a strobe light
3 bedroom home, bought 20 grow lights
Give me 40 P's, 3
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
that's the way I prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper's much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you're stayin' in line
a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
I'm sendin' punks six feet deep
And gettin' money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street
need forty
Last night I had a dream I
Went to jail this morning
'Cause I kidnapped a nigga and
Them motherfuckers caught me
Pop a nigga while I
I was told by my Aunt
I was told by my Mother
That going to a wedding
Is the making of another
Well if this be so
Then I'll go without a bidding
Oh
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