Lyrics:
to be careful
You could be dead soon, could well be
Why do you not speak
When I have your life in my hands?
How can You stay quiet?
I don't believe You
stepped in some doo doo (Yeah)
And the parent's mistake, that's why your parents call you boo boo
Give me time to combine with my dawgs, Labradoodles (Uh)
alright, okay, you win
Baby, one thing more
If you're going to be my man
Sweet baby, take me by the hand
Well alright, okay, you win
I'm in love
pain since my birth
Only functions at the pen, 'cause everybody's in
Payin' back society, I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watch the drama occur, my eyes
about crisis
In fact my identity one and I can't help it
See look I'm the type that'll try to prove that I could do it
Like it ain’t already been done
yea
Thick skin I walk in mind kept and guarded
The sword I got it flawless so don't become my target
Mind fixed to purpose heart clings to verses
Does
scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!)
Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips
Go sailing in hot ships
it
Bitch, I got it by far
Imma tryhard
Imma tryhard
What you talking bout, Willis in Die Hard
You don't see the fucking vision cause the blindfold
I'm
maybe just makes me enhance
Tell who the greatest by glance
I'm feeling like lance by the way I be making em dance
Power of funk in my hands
Creating
He wrote it down in a mighty fine plan.
And the rest all signed it with a mighty fine hand
As they crossed thier T's and dotted their I's
A bran'
the hate I radiate
We'll be walking hand in hand in hell
(We'll be walking hand in hand in hell)
How sad you're gonna be
I wish I could stick around
I read your book
And I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world
A little too well
And I didn't know
By giving my hand
Lou gave in
She said, 'Do you wanna go to heaven'"
And I said, "Yeah, just lead me on"
'Take my hand, can you feel that feelin'''
And I said,
priceless
Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands
Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast
In the savage land haulin ass,
on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin' all
on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin' all
Gee, it's great after bein' out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home
We go 'long
a song
I'm recitin' a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin' my baby back home
Snuggles her head on my chest
We start in to pet
I love seeing that ass in motion
Whether it's moving slow or fast
She might fly by on her bicycle
She may be just on her way to yoga class
Walking
this way before
But I know for sure she's the one I adore
Good vibes good vibes it's all good
With her by my side
We're holding hands, and the chemistry
I'm on the block with the clock in my hand, I ain't gon' cop, I ain't really gon' fake it
I check the clock like a motherfuckin' baby, so when I pull
making his rounds
Well, you'll leave me hanging by the skin of my teeth
I've only got one leg to stand
You can send me to hell
But I'll never let go
and working bare hands
In the city
And the farms
Democracy for the rich
Austerity for the poor
Blindsided by the hands wanna forget
Who makes the world run
don't
Seem so meaningless now
My ego drowns in empathy
The dream I had back in my teens
Finally now RIP and the YGB goes on
I spark it with the torch,
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