Lyrics:
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
respect for myself
Didn't wanna run up statistics
We already misfits
Don't make it hard for yourself
Trip back to back yard
So my yoot dem learn of di
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet
I'm starvin' to death
By
of oppression
And add to the sacred hoop
Cause all this destruction your attempting to do
Has already been done by others before you
It's nothing new
Even under
crow
When he needs the same: "Oops, gotta go
He's so passionate about so many things that he sees
That he'd rather write rhymes instead of beg and plead
daddy's on his way
To begin his lecture on the puppet souls
He sees them after school on a Sunday
Four-squared eyes hooked
To silver-screens every Friday
the flickering of light between the
tree trunks. Approaching, he sees an old man sitting calmly by a fire, as
if waiting for him. His left eye missing. His beard
bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he
heard her talk about her family ever, uh-uh
He was all that she had
Until they had an argument and he stopped calling her back
And I don't know if
Well I'll be damned if I let another man walk on me
The bottom of these double H's will be the last thing he sees
I'm tired of all these pretty
you (HA-HA-HA-HA)
Maybe it's because he's threatened by my walk and talk
When it'll debut, ensue, and even impact you
This is a war, not just a battle
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy sees Uncle Charlie
Little boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I don't
around
Doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's
has one eye
He lost it back in thirty-nine
Insuring his life thereby
He married young in forty-four
He fathered the following children
The by Davis,
never talk when they around him cus that nigga to busy reading
Everybody gave up on him one by one he just want to know who else leaving
They smoking
starts chilling
He wanna call his brother but he got that nasty feeling (Nah)
He look up out the window sees that twelve about to knock
He run out the back
You Dead Off In My Head Already
You Dead Up in my Head Already
You Dead Up in my Head Already
You Dead Off In My Head Already
I'm A Touch When I See
Why are you going to Israel? I'm like, Oh, I'm going to visit my family. He's like, Oh, well that would be pleasure. I'm like, no, no, no. That would
through the door
And Mama said her prayers
They thought I already died
odds were never in my favor
1999, I was fightin' just to wake up
Took 'em by
gave us that life, he gave us that victory, me and my family
Freedom for my family, freedom for you and me
That's the way Christ work, That is why my
tumbling south
Fore he knew it- his life was over
On the ground- oh his odor
Poor boy- only four days sober
Family won't get no closure
Family won't get no
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