Lyrics:
of us that we love
Stand by them and stay close to them
And I say that if there'd been a couple of more a
little closer to Dr. King he wouldn't have
best
I don't try and walk the floor I don't love you anymore
Trouble is I don't love you any less
I don't love you anymore for I've got no more love
in the 'burbs
Sacrifice a couple years he can have all the money when I'm gone
What a fool I was
I missed his graduation, I missed her wedding day
the window but I grab him and blind him
By slowly pushing my motherfucking fingers into his eyes
And it's finally time
I stab him in his thigh times nine
So he
Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins
Paleface cop who done popped the desk
And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
Coastin' deep
Throughout notions of all the shops I'm closin'
[VinRock]
Hey yo, I play emcees like this I look 'em in the eye I know he's tense
And I
a strap with a laser
'Cause I'm famous but I’m still a raver
See the girls see me in the club they’re like
He ain't got one bottle of champagne
(champagne)
viciously
This guy I didn't know, walked up to me
But the closer he got, the more I could tell
It was the man they call Howard Cosell
The guy you'd see
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Anne Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for
by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was
you feel my pain through your ear
I don't wanna hear that beat if I can't speak on how I feel
My trigger finger itching got me busting in my crib
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
him, and hit him in his dome
Treat niggas like little boys and send him back home
Damn, we slime
Talk shit on the net, in parts, he high
Isn't it
to give him more leverage
Cheated now you got a poor little innocent
Off her fuckin face and she's thinking she loves him
Looking at him longingly, this
Billie's got the night off
Yeah, rumor has it his ex-wife Catherine put his truck in the ditch
And there's a new owner, Joe what's his face
Last December,
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
with his bike
And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
He needed to make sure his son didn't run in these streets
So he never was left out of sight
But hold on now $y
I got a question
I got a question
everybody stay back... he is... being
Hustled in... to me, he appears dead, there's a gunshot wound in his lower
Abdomen."
*bang*
"Senator Kennedy has
quicker than the eyes can see g
after he catch ya the smoke still lingers
he let loose like zeus with fire from his fingers
u wanna (rock)
then I'm a let
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