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in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is won
Message to my unborn son so he will know how it's done
I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you? (Wheel the sound)
Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two
I ain't tryna kick
and disgrace, three of us took our own lives
Goodbye Eugene and Cyril
They never mourned your loss
They built the devil a city
They put their sons on a cross
I
that nigga earlier knahmsayin?)
Nah fuck that, go, go open the window real quick Son
Open that fuckin window
(You gonna take him from the window nigga?)
For God so loved the world that he gave his only son
That whoever believes in him shall no perish but have eternal life John 3:16
Dear Lord forgive
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
To be quite honest, man he was better than me
I watched his scholarships deplete
He went from 10 D1 offers to 3
And even then only one had
everyday
Cause when I wake, I suffer from intense pains
Besides the cancer in my system, a terrible ache
My heart, it's broken but who am I to blame
My baby
I woke to flashing
Lights from a police car a knock at
The door, and I heard my mom answer it
Then I heard a man say: "Marlene
Wil’s been shot"
See,
I woke to flashing
Lights from a police car a knock at
The door, and I heard my mom answer it
Then I heard a man say: "Marlene
Wil’s been shot"
See,
to continue in the way
3. Live a life of righteousness to glorify the name
4. Of the one who sent him to the world to testify of grace
5. Jesus even prayed that
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
and a bottle or two of booze
And thank you for taking my father
A few years after his own father went down thank you
Mercy, mercy, thank you
For not smoking
stay close to me
She could never live with herself
If she had to
Live with the ghost of me
And that's some rhythm and poetry
Look man I touched down in
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take
because"
[Chorus]
And that day
The brotherhood between the three brothers
No longer existed
And their story lives
By themselves
Days are years
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
tapas in order to please Lord Shiva.
Lord Shiva, in all his splendor
Appeared before him.
I am pleased by your devotion.
Ask from me any boon you
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
of Dundag
After three little feckers
And a life you could not better
The ol' lad took to buildin' on
A little piece of land
Down by the lakes of Killarney
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
with the tongue from our loose lips
Deceptive and toxic like Bobby and a Houston
With no foundation cause we never had a blueprint
With wars
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