Lyrics:
O lord of mercy, guide us dearly
For we have sinned, and this street keep making us sinners
Keep my pistol close by my side, 2 rules in this street
waiting in line they gotta have
Last night was the first night I got sleep
Tossing and turning for two or three weeks
My nightmares are triggered by
The jungle fever of South Central
South/ Central America
Columbia
Nicaragua
El Salvador
L.A.
The watusi of American
presidents, drug lords
for the CIA
street
Pull up with the main team
Degrading
All these girls and drugs they got me fucking aching
But my mind is focused on the money making
With
off to the main street
Pull up with the main team
Degrading
All these girls and drugs they got me fucking aching
But my mind is focused on the money
Psychopathic
Twiztid & Blaze runnin' with the muthafuckin' hatchet
And only the three six can match it
So uhh..tell me where's it's at..
[x2
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
Yeah
Every hood's the same,
Every hood's the same,
C'mon
[Chorus]
The give us guns and drugs,
They wonder why we fuck wit thugs,
They want
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us
[Chorus: x2]
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain´t me, I was raised this way
This a prayer for my people
My brother still having seizures
I pray the Lord take away all his pain like amnesia
Dislocated rotator cuff puffing
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
mystery
Check the data, black, steady G in they history
Around the world drug lords are aided and assisted
Production, transportation, distribution
paint that bitch okra Mercy Great what's on yo head
Shit selling drugs like a Kroger catch me every corner
Getting bumped by the soldiers damn them rocks
the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride
And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Yo, turned Judas for the Yeezy 2's
Balmain biker suit with no bike
The Royce got no roof
Feel like I've been sellin'
Dope my whole life cELINE on my
ringin'
Me and Lord got a clip with an extendo
And we rollin' with it, hangin' out the window
We on 16th ridin' by the police station
We might make
around your drugs and whips
Find me in a artery
Somewhere in your body
While your lying there leaking looking at Lord saying "soddy"
I was shot
Considered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and
His and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer
So let's just
Chorus (2x)
Verse 2
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
I got this dough, you wanna roll
But I don't do drugs. no lines, no coke.
Just be out here doin the most
Livin' off these bands and just sitting by
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
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