Lyrics:
centuries now
And these gunshots never reach your town
It's never on top when you leave your house
But when we go southerns
We might run into some beef
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo
, saying to her:
I came to speak to you of what he wish'd,
Enoch, your husband: I have ever said
You chose the best among us--a strong man:
For where he
and she crying out to the heavens
Just know your buttons ain't the only thing I'm pressing
But I'm a gentleman, I'll have her home by eleven
Hahaha, man I
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
they run you off of every night. he'll say, cool
breeze, common wind, have you seen jesse? the treaty
of genocidal equilibrium often works all
southern belle
Love the way she talk, she say she love the way that I smell
Like to roll my joints for me just to show off her nails
Gotta thing for me you
of water, yet an official reporter
Up here, life is a bitch I blow a kiss at her daughter
In a city where niggas will leave you shit outta order
So yeah, you
Walkin' like a pimp, plus you shinin' like dough
Acknowledge me, while formin' the mind
Of a culture of blacks, day and time
Have you not heard, that you
guarantee this
Joseph's brothers said, By Allah, indeed you know that we have not come to make mischief
In the land, and we are not thieves
Joseph's men
You and me
You and I
I've been thinking
I have seen you pass by so often
I done seen your face and smiled so often
And the way you make my face feel
heart as she disappears
Have you seen the mountains and how they hold
The sky with their time-weathered faces of snow
I guess they’ve seen more than
heart as she disappears
Have you seen the mountains and how they hold
The sky with their time-weathered faces of snow
I guess they’ve seen more than
been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competitin'
Death by the chrome barrel, forgot
backing out, no fucking restart
Just plug me in so I can recharge
You a stain on my brain, you just a skid mark
Just stay in your lane, or hit by the car
with your head in your lap
And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time
That's why you never seen me with a partner in crime
I'm down and dirty nigga, fuck
with your head in your lap
And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time
That's why you never seen me with a partner in crime
I'm down and dirty nigga, fuck
an actress is
Actin like her life missin somethin
And you have the shit
Must be your dick cause its all that she grabbin
No jokin
Give her your heart she'll be
I'm sorry son this is as far as you go
Cause I gotta make another turn just on up the road
He tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said have
too
Tested by a broken string, a zither like a tiger
Straining the Empress like a wound, these were her days
Passing by like the years lost to tempests
a no pram
Almighty Jah Jah still a guide them alone (seen)
You can tell by the lines on her face
(real street people)
you can see that she's been there
an unparalleled delight!
I had rather hoped that you would come
And now my wish comes true
You have truly made my night!
Free her!
Do what you like, only
don't give a damn 'bout how [?] might seem
Nigga, you better clean your eyes, get some Visine
What can I say, that you have not seen
Been
pro-heart that you have got gall
A miracle
I can bear a lot but not that pall
I can bear a lot, but not that pall
Kingfisher sound the alarm
Say sweet
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