Lyrics:
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
different, y’all are not on my payroll
See that’s what I like to see
We got some real king shit, on our hands right here
It’s not touchable, you not in
thang yeah pour it up
Focus on my task at hand
Watch me go big you know Ima tear it up
Ohh you'll know my zone by the end of the song you'll know
Yeah
to blossom
Darling, we will be just fine
These are crazy times for a psycho boy
Hey darling, come and hold my hand
Don't want you to sink in the sand
They
is still
Time with so much truth to kill
Leaves you by the window sill so tied
Without a wing, to take you high
Without a clue to tell you why
Now, I
right hand (brrt, brrt)
Pyrex in my left (chef, chef)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef, chef, chef)
Spirit Bomb (bomb, bomb)
You niggas on a long ting
Are emotions tied to the heart?
Is there a limit?
Could you overpump a feeling leaving a valve filled till it's dripping?
Listen, if you live life
Strugglin off that gin
Hoes at the bus stop wanna get in
But they
Foot soliders
Not swangin like a Nova
Plus them niggas ain't tight
To make a right
I cry for those who've died
Pay no mind
Why must I buy into that which has lied
My hands are tied
By the maggots
Brought on by our past lives
That
this guy walking by pulled me
To the side and he asked
"Hop, what are you doing man
You can't skip class"
I said I'm done with this shit bro
I've had
tortoiseshell
And tinted glass
She was a husband collector of
Impeccable taste
She said "My hands are tied
But my glass is chaste"
He said, "If I were
death (la la la uh)
You are my reason to live
You are the cause of my breath (la la la uh)
My heart beats for you
But it is tied by chains
The time, my
hands tied but I'm a still keep it real (Real)
Luh Charles cooking up the beat dropping spells on y'all (My cuz)
Toasting bottles in the temple (Temple)
Hand on the trigga
I see my life before my eyes
Each time i pull it
I hope I live to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to
Keep a brotha in the state
by the wayside
Promise I'll stop you can trust what I say, psyche
When I'm on top you'll be droppin' down the scale like
My hands are tied
With
of Allah
Polytheists, and those disobedient to Allah that day
With their hands and feet tied to their necks with chains
Their garments will be of pitch
I can never replace
Aware I'm not the same
Now my wounds have been opened
Sometimes I still get carried away
My hands are tied
And my heart is frozen
Life is passing by
Cruising at the speed of light
To most its Live and let live
To some it's live and let die
I'll bring the guns and Roses
Like
Another home falls by the wayside
A few old cushions stuffed with pride
A hand is shaking from the rubble
This spirit is still alive
A servant
You can't live by bread alone, you won't be satisfied
You can't roll away the stone if your hands are tied.
Got to start someplace, baby, can you
of Gin
Got me looking in a little farther
ONI INC on the team
We a collective creating the dream
Ran$om will pull you apart by your seems
Tandem we cull
of Gin
Got me looking in a little farther
ONI INC on the team
We a collective creating the dream
Ran$om will pull you apart by your seems
Tandem we cull
in having no plan b to swallow up their lives
I cannot fight the good fight with one fuckin' hand tied behind a my back
No way to block shit but you
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