Lyrics:
by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell
I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen
I got some that's comin'
you apart
Have Faith in your God
Shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black Clarion,
to the 80's
"Hit Me with Your Best Shot," girl I'm off this Bailey's
Me and you baby, one on one, let's have some fun
Me and you baby, one on one, take off yo'
choose[02:21.23]Ima put in work to do the things that I do[02:24.45]So if you have a dream you better get by any means[02:28.25]Word to my mother as I'm entering
Wanging in the city and I Brought my little shorty
Got the drako in the back and She carryin a 40
Spray you niggas we da skunks This shit make me
by the seven where them drills bring joy uh uh
What you saying about the score? forty-three that's the opps maybe add a couple more Uh uh
You're kind
the music loud
I'm bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Whip, slip, slide by the dancefloor
Baby grab me by the hand say she wanna dance, oh oh
Is
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
wanna walk by faith
Then use faith To kill the human race
The race
To keep us permanent
In last place
Yet the media say
That they've turned about face
for me
3's a crowd but I'm
Due for some company
Been getting pussy
Wit my father's features
I need ya mind not private parts don't Need ya baby he
down with the forty, but I don't want no forty
Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry, I need some Kurathers
Peep this, but not up in my stomach
I
turn heads some hoes wanna choose but
Them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp
You a fairy
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Baby
you
Immune to bullet wounds
Weapon of faith, is it the bible or a rifle?
We all have our days
Is it arrival or it's final?
You earned your name
Is it
you apart
Have Faith in your God
Shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black Clarion,
"In secret, have I said nothing." - Jesus
...(John 18:20)
I look around and it's sad to see
Faith supplanting the facts we need
To make informed
together - make it easy[00:37.21]Not that you need me[00:38.69]I'm just saying we could have it all breezy[00:41.40]Pull you all the way in and then
do do, there’s nothing like home
[01:54.39] Do do do do do, there’s nothing like home
Written by: Jordan Hall
Wake up with the sun and my head is banging[00:16.84]I can't remember what I did last night[00:20.20]Some promises were left hanging[00:23.38]But, I
not go I tote forties[00:52.68]That shit that make yo homie scream[00:54.27]That shi that make the pavement bleed[00:56.04]Niggas talking ganster
I call that bitch Debo[00:21.96]Nigga went missing, go find him like Nemo[00:23.47]If he want smoke, I'm callin' El Kimo[00:24.92]Surrounded by goons,
yea, we have fun and enjoy what you doin'[00:13.05]And Yall know I ain't even the type to rap On this beat[00:15.16]But you know, you gotta switch it up,
decapitate it
I can't feel my face, but baby girl can you please get me out my place
Give me some time
Shit I've been through a lot for a day
We standing face
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
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