Lyrics:
passport; you know he is a flight risk
Get what you ask for; I know He knows who Christ is
There is no glass door; to say that is suffice, it's
More than
manicure and do my toes
Knock bitches from them niggas who act like hoes
I'm mink draggin' out my 2-2 Paddy wagon
Sittin' on 2-3's, diamonds on 24 karats
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
now I'm booby-trapped (for real)
Two cups can you hold it down?
No shots, this girl wanna go for rounds
The sun got your body looking golden-brown
I am not ashamed
Vs:1
I no longer live, but It's Christ who
Lives in me, the life I live, I live
By faith in Him who set me free.
I was crucified,
are the wave of Jesus Christ
Bringing His light to shine on earth
We are the change our world must see
Let's show the world who they should be
Verse 2
reading and still see
The muck on the sky of the ceiling
Please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is
Messenger is nervous it's no
the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight
a shout
I will serve The Master
But God knew
One morning I would wake up
No more 2pac
Shorty wanna be a thug
Lift the name of Jesus up
Giving all the people
Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yah!
Testing 1,2 1,2
Almost check mate homie
Better make your move
All the choices you made
Influenced by social queues
Ugh, uhhh
This ain't no game just wanna know you a little bit
More
So tell me what you waiting
For
I just wanna get to know you
You bomb girl
You done blew up all
yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain,
And my durned old slicker's in the wagon
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
and he's under arrest
because I've been sent
with a warrant from the body of Christ
-Well, tell me what it says then! -
"Satan, bite the dust!"
Every one
it's Jesus Christ that we prescribe..
Gat the canvas now we gon paint that..
When the going gets hard...we gon press hard..X2
Verse 1:I got it...I got
me young nigga get paid no matter what the cost
7.62 rounds, gon' knock a nigga off
Said take the trip by yourself, that way no one'll talk
Pussy
wanna hear
Sharpened by the Word
Being led by His Spirit
Not through the Word based on
How you be feelin' it
No iron to sharpen
If the leaders are full
Tried to make things
Better for you and me
But the thing is
The powers that be
Were too blinded
By their own vanity
To realise
That these two goats had
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
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