Lyrics:
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
on me
He boxed if he want war (If he want war, if he want war)
Hit his pockets just like baby aint no opp gonna play me
That's what it is
She might play
infantry
Slowly march on Kabul
They leave resourceful
When you run out of drugs you get withdrawals
Picked dry by a cult of hate
Hail Mary runaway plane
Yeah I’m a mothafuckin’ dirtbag baby
Neighbors lookin at me silly
Really think we drug dealing
White trash sittin on a milli
Your favorite Beverly
Yeah
Who ready for war? I'm ready it's on
Know they rather see me deady or gone
Tryna' get myself right with the lord
Even if it's right or wrong
the future look it up
Where they say it? Ain't no more Constitution
In the event of a race war
Places like Operation Heartbreak Hotel
Moments tear until
the future look it up
Where they say it? Ain't no more Constitution
In the event of a race war
Places like Operation Heartbreak Hotel
Moments tear until
gave up
Marble floors Africa was forgotten
Last lion on the wild
All the drugs legalized
5% rich 95% poor
Colombian drug war lords
Princess killed by
as a Schedule I substance by the DEA
crack is wreaking havoc on (?) the inner city and the suburbs
With the war on drugs reaching a fever pitch
law enforcement
from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I ride away
Be quick for pulling your piece and slip
show no thot, no bitch, no love, yeah
Yeah, bitch I got to war for my guys, can't switch on blood, yeah
And no I can't show no love lil' baby, you know
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,
a scare
World war affi Start you have to Be minds
You by me side full suit jacket me nah wear
When you cry napkin nah dey deh I'm the one to dry your eyes
is a drug
Up there on the senate floor
They're kickin' down the bedroom door, yeah, yeah, yeah
CNN is keepin' score
Hey, all is fair in love and war
of tiny little storms
The good and evil in me wage a bloody civil war
The missiles whistle through me then the rebel pistols roar
I shiver and the final
Baby, stop the lyin', keep it simple You're more complicated than a pistol
Tryna fight with you is like a missile You blow up my phone about some issues
has been a public service announcement on drug awareness
Brought to you by community radio, thanks for listening
I'm a soldier in a foreign fight
Will I
back in world war two days
Nazis spray civilians shoot without looking
Nazis walk by blast heat on your neck its a bootprint
I think that platitudes are
from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I ride away
Be quick for pulling your piece and slip
Hiroshima, a shadow burned in time
Nagasaki, naked baby melts alive
Burnt flesh and rubble from sea to dead shore
Such a hideous theater of war
got kidnapped they took me to D.C.
Have me working underground building missiles for World War III
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask up
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
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