Lyrics:
A gift that's come from afar
Well isn't this a beautiful sight
2 broken souls guided by light
You said you love me girl so tell me what's the reason
Change
passing by
Put your head between your legs; kiss your xxx goodbye (Blah!)
[Chorus]
You niggas lost y'all game; I'm throwing the Roc down
Just to put
underneath it wet and shivering till it went
The sky had cleared by Taree, and we took a different course
South westerly we traced the Manning River toward
Take a qwig nigga, this is the new South
We coming hola, what you talking bout
You niggaz still learning, we got they heads turning
We got
Take a qwig nigga, this is the new South
We coming hola, what you talking bout
You niggaz still learning, we got they heads turning
We got
Sun is shining above my head no place I'd rather be than here
Oh than here
There are many places I've been none quite as comforting as here
Oh
got hit on our head by some damn ruffians
Now is the world ran by descendants of them, major profit of sex, violence, slavery, and drugs
We really
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
Don't ask if my head is on straight (Okay)
Cause I got me two sides I got me two sides
One getting the mood right
One trying get his mood right
Cause I
spills a bucket of suds
Aisle after aisle
My eyes spill two buckets of suds
Like that day she
Slid as a baseball runner would onto the floor Lord
In her
It's ya boy, David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South
Let's walk!
Gon' gangsta walk,
strip, ride
The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy "Part 2" and for another
pull that ching, have your head face down like a south west ganga
Onefour we ain't got no manners, only if you test my crew
If you ain't apart of this
niggas can get it two to the head and get dead
(Chorus)
[Z-Ro]
It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked busting heads strictly for cash
Taking out contracts
From the 6-4 to the 0-3
All the way to the motherfuckin’ 4-3 yea
My Carolina niggas keep it trill like my OG
Coasting down the street in the two seat
balcony put ur head in my
Lap rite before u start to make out wit me
Crib in LA I flew her to the south with me
You niggas wanna be players? Well I
Can show
sanctity for a cheaper shade of blue
And as I surrender to this sunken bed
So afflicted by the tenant in my head
Even now, I wonder how you lay her down
shall start again
But in his anger...is a nation broken in two
And the doors of ? shall be open for the chosen few
And we call this land South Africa
to mention
Spent two thousand on frames I got Cartier vision
I flew out my city and never looked back
I'm on Miami Beach I got red bottom feet
I'm on South
If it is just two days and nights left
I'd spend them just to see
A face worn by an unknown her
Who shares my world
Doomed kind of world
See no
The saddest sight my eyes can see
Is that big ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees
Sittin' in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee
upon
The train wreck you’ll leave behind
With no one by your side
Let your flame burn bright
You’re a Queen for a night, broken in light
Run against
in
Damn man, them fuckin' niggas done struck again
(Call the police and tell them watch your back)
[Verse 2: V-Dog]
We from the South part ah town
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
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