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But, on that one I better check with my wife
From the city, to the country
By way of Canarsie
The sun's coming up, on this home full of love
relax my dome
My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
Ties will never sever
You died tryin'
I’m coming with rhythm, and coming with flow
I step on the stage and I’m running the show
They can’t help but love me, no wondering though
Why all
Kaine]
[D-Roc]
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
looking my way
So what you doing tonight they say home is where the heart is I need you by my side
Hey lil mama
Are you coming over
Fuck these other guys
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
(last)
I'll take you by surprise (prise)
With my knife in your back (back)
You'll never see me coming (coming)
Cuz I'm across the map (map)
After I take my
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make me wanna call the crib
And say I'm never coming home
Luda! Why you sayin'
Just wanna keep all your attention baby
Yeah, alright, alright,
make me wanna call the crib
And say I'm never coming home
Luda! Why you sayin'
Just wanna keep all your attention baby
Yeah, alright, alright,
the pot of gold but yo I'm not alone
Chip up on the shoulder homie fuck it it's a boulder
If my home is where the heart is then my home is getting colder
Gotta make sure these words are understandable
Cause it's a motherfucking shame, all these short
Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass
At the same time nowhere really feels like home
Can’t rely on one another
And I think that’s really sad
We supposed to be brothers
Coming from different dads
shooting from the home front
Mama raised a Brady Bunch
Whole lotta peanut butter crunch
Weather cast cold front
She raised a soldier not a drunk
But my
better run
A little boys got guns
Sell your home hit the road
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Pop pop ricochet from the drive by
Eye eye of the needle make
today
Cause we die alone one or another way (We die alone)
Ya me a street soldier
Coming along me don need no one
Givin no fucks me just become don
just leave it all behind
Sweep it under the rug another time
Keep on going, keep on living life
Keep on marching
"Your mama was home when you left,"
I see my demons, lying inside
I hear the voices, there's nowhere to hide
If life as i knew it was all in my head
Would you carry me home by
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
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