Lyrics:
Don't need nobody to come in between
I need a shorty to lift up my dreams
Yeah yeah
We gonna get that shit by any means
Too many pockets is full in my
know what I'm sayin)
To Mississippi
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family cuz)
Please take me
Bang-a-bang, batarang
Dark in the night, he'd come back again
You ain't seen your mum silent cry
Where was my father then?
But, couple years and
The house was
us
How da shit could be
So we out here in da streets
Looka me
I'm out here thiggin by my loansome
All my niggaz poppin pills yea dey on sumn
We
go over there
I wanna stay right here anyway
That city is alright
This city is even better
This house is great
That house is really awesome
But my
[Verse 1]
I had a vision of a murder
X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth
Straight fucking with that sisqo, it
of my life
To cherish and to keep you
To honor you forever
Today is for Amy
My happily
Soon-to-be
Wife
Pardon me, is everybody here?
Because if
Yeah
Big forty big forty big forty
That shit kick back you barely even hold it
If it ain't top shelf then don't even roll it
If it ain't top shelf
white hair
I dumped that bitch, sold her a dream, I gave her nightmares
They talkin' shit from far away, my .40 right here
Shooter shoot like Steve
shit
He ain't want me back then
Now I'm drippin like a 40 clip
Squad we in here
I got ends ya
Wit the team
You can spot out where we is yea
I got big
old enough
Put your lil sister on the
Pole 'cause she cold enough
Got another sale
Forty more just ain't gon' hold you up
Since Unky them got set up in
the police
My nerves they start erk
Buss first, for they get me
Too much blood spilt in the streets
By niggas minding they business
While he was walking
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
on thieves
Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth
Chain glowing shining and I'm ready for beef
Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east
From
on thieves
Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth
Chain glowing shining and I'm ready for beef
Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east
From
or
Will I reel it in with an ill hook
And slay the industry with my lyrical scimitar
Tiptoe outside around your perimeter
Enter your house make you
walking out on him.
In the Big House, Isabelle is a-telling all to the chaplain, who's become her friend.
She says:
I don't know why you care.
I don't know
At the station they all called him Sgt. Bean
But at our house he was just plain dad to me
My mother?s biggest fan
A strong and steady man
this cold ass world
Life unfolds, I unload to keep my sanity
I guess it's just the B-I T-C-H in me
Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
And you say stand up straight and fly right
I didn't leave the house to day until it was
Pretty much tomorrow
Kill time by my side, kill time by my side
passage's end
How my love became heart coil of bone
A heart coil of bone to the ocean floor, I'll send
Now in this house, way out in dark water
Now in
you in your eyes in that jam
I'm seein' murder, like the all-seein' eye by the dollar
Evil's runnin' through my veins, got no love for a coward
All my
I got Yen
In my pocket
Yokohama load
Spin a fucking whip
Fuck a block
With a 40 OE
Sigil with a fang
With the gang
Got a dirty glow
Yen up
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