Lyrics:
food
But now it's time for fasting
Life everlasting, offer thy I-self
Lord and master and all things in my circumference
Lord Jamar makes
I'm eatin' Popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21)
Morning dew
Percolating and still have a little time for Sunday, ooh
(So baby, let's take it back
must do cocaine (21, 21)
Want it all, I won't leave a breadcrumb
Bitch, what? I thought a nigga said sum'
Thought a nigga said sum'
G Block, all we
food
But now it's time for fasting
Life everlasting, offer thy I-self
Lord and master and all things in my circumference
Lord Jamar makes
I finally got the fame and fortune that I prayed for
Who would have thought I would emerge from all that gun smoke?
This for all the teenagers that
allegro[01:21.81]Shopping sprees and watching the big screen[01:23.46]Moving joysticks, blanket on the green[01:26.34]Looking back at times when we thought we knew all
To the family what Daddy did
Could pass for horror
She lost use of her right eye
Eats through a straw
Right leg in a plaster at the hospital ward
Akin sneaks in
on my mind
Nothing's on my mind
For may
Medical folk stabalize
The high's and the lows
You don't really want to be
Psych ward material
Talia raped
insurance for accidents, different ways to flip it back
Keep coming to the bottom, I was living offa CAP
Came off food stamps and cash assistance, they
who never thought
I would ever see 21, 21, 21, 21
For a moment I've been depressed with so much shit on my chest
Second-guessing on what's next
At this
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,
the pain (On God)
Drive by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)
I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)
Slide in and out (Out)
Spend the night? I
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
and left
4/imprisoned by my thought, I remained awake
5/ God, save me, give me strength to leave this heart locked
6/Grasshopper, I am impressed by your
Cherokee Bend
Now the boy wasn't big but he hunted what he could
And they lived for a time that way
But the food run low and the meat went bad
And she
for the money, I'm a trapper
(Straight up)
Internet thug, he a gangsta on (21)
Way too many diamonds
Put my chains backwards (yeah, yeah)
Ain't game, I
crazy)
I thought you muthafuckas knew
1-2, 1-2, every muthafucka hit the deck
Bushwick is back and I ain't what you expect
5th Ward, born to be
know y'all fuckin wit the food
Y'all don't play by the rules,
I don't know why we shouldn't either
I told my babies that I wouldn't leave em
Then that
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
Pussyhole, tell me where the food's at
I'm from the city of the Rolls Royce
Man can't speak for me, I've got my own voice
He don't wanna scrap? He's got no
[ad libs for first 21 seconds]
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Wish Bone)]
(You niggaz can't stop me) I'm cockin a glock
(You motherfuckers can't stop me) I'm
much praise I have shown, what's portrayed is decay,
That was food for though served through the coldest of plates
I'm gone
Money is the root of all
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