Lyrics:
Father-spouse-truckers not about to drown us in bottled doubt
Rip limb from limb like pork sausage
Core message: more profit? Check your options
Ooh baby hell is a place
and socks
I've got another reason to stop by and check in
You know I can't sleep unless I tuck you in
I know you're smart; don't tear me apart
Just think
with lover by yo side
If you got money then that hoe is just playing a role
Waiting for her check like if she dancing on the pole
But she petty an she
go kill ur papa
Nwanne mbatakwa na ogbe Hana na akpom Dan tata
I get money pass Alinko
No be mouth check
I get accesses no be by access bank
Every day
on the grind
Me no get time to de play I no be child
Many problems dey
Adult don turn my age and bound
By the humans on earth
Problems we de face every day I no
knowledge
Of the strength you carry and you fear the devil
Cos you wanna get the cash by all means
Me and devil's child no dey run things
They are scared
a warming smile..plus rescue the old, young & deh child...
Everyday purpell by faith...wit the Kings of Kings your never late..
She's Tuff never giving in no
Big bright triangle up in the air
You thought your thought was mine without fare
Good God child, with your hands in the sky
Wave them around, still,
love to be where they go)
Yo
Check it out
Since we're here on this mic, right?
[ Marley Marl ] Yeah?
I want you do me a favor, man
Yo, what's up?
See
Goddamn, man, (Yeah)
Y'all ain't ready for this, (Yeah, man)
Yeah
Check it out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I met this chick last year, man, she was fucking wild
I'ma touch ya, provin' who got the bomb like Russia
Friendly neighborhood rap hood, with goods
Could it be? Yes, no question
Now let's start up
never be a cuter nurse, that's how I feel
It's me and you against the universe, you know the deal
Motivated by your strength, plus the way you raise
your head
For real check this shit out
yo
You're a black Mona Lisa named Tanisha
Bonafide features
Aires' my sign you're a libre
Got my open
Home, it's really true they really miss you when you gone
Defecating microphones, phone calling me next
Love disrespect it would for the right check
ya man a tip tell em come correct/
Momma told me child u a savage,
Dat was way befo I was 21/
Was already 3 years down up in prison,
By da time
OSHUN
check your checklist
or directions
if you ain't knowing
where you going
then you helpless
& God can't help it
When you knowingly
oppressing
like to see
Uh!
You either get it or you don't
I'm delivering a message but you got to check the phone
I'm a young buck coaching up the veterans and old
The needs outweigh the few,
The means outweighed the crew,
One thousand pounds, laid by two.
Black the scene, the gold,
The white the green.
Lowered
and Roscoes
Head down to Spin
End up at Berlin
Then wake up to breakfast
In bed- do it again
Check the email
Write some shit on my blog
And have my man-servant
and let us in
so take these broken wings
[Rap1 Red Dogg:]
Creapin' up on the microphone, It's C-Block we dippin' clean
floss with the funky flavour down
You've lost comprehension of the fake or real
You cannot deal with life and what it should mean
Ya fashion your life by a TV screen
Blond is the bomb makes
(uncredited singer):
It's so cold, cold blooded
It's so cold, cooooooold
Cold blooded
Cold blooded
Cold blooded
(2x)
[Second Verse]
Belinda seventeen,
As a child, or an idiot
Who follows the laws
Of the XXXX others?
Quicksands have just one
Unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour...
Fight!
That invisible enemy
Forever, really, forever!
Oaths engraved in the water...
Obey!
As a child, or an idioT
Who follows the laws
Of the XXXX others?
Quicksands have just one
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