Lyrics:
the soldier's half
You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, broke to dash
I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on
The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's
Christ
I no longer live but now he lives in me
And da life I live in the body I live by faith
In the Son of God who loves me and gave himself for me
He
[Havoc]
Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny
messaged me like, "Sorry not to be a nuisance..." but he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suite shit
I'm like, "I got you, cuz. That's the least that I
you just wanna be down
So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son
I'm the one and only
But you wanna be me, you suckers,
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie
Police'll try
done gave out loyalty and piece of me
That I'm never gone get back
Can't get that back
How you paid all that money to a landlord and got no place
the money
41st side, keepin' it real, you know
Queens get the money
It ain't nothin', son, it's all good
You know I'm sayin?
Uh, they know where we at
at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about
I'm throwing away all the blessings I gave her
Twenty-one bullets, but it's not gonna save her
Twenty-one bullets, twenty-one guns
Twenty-one
Don't let the Word go
Now is the time
To reap what we sow
God will prosper me
God will prosper you
Cause I'm focused on Christ
In everything I do
Walk by
I've been victimized by a devil in disquise
That you pulled the rug from under my feet
All those hopes that you made in bed
I think you forgot really
couldn't I live with you? You had me and gave up, gave me away. What did I mean to you? Was I mean to you? Why couldn't I be with you? God made me strong but
the cemetary don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
WHY!!!! Why you gotta make
(Shun on the beat)
(Shun, sauce it up)
When I pull a you on you
Hey
Say I'm hittin' on two by two (two)
They watch tryna do what I do (do)
incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?
"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself
ain't tryna petition
But God I hope You are listening
To all these bars that I'm spitting
But I've been thinking about quitting
And then just dropping
You could run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one
We rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight' thump
We keep the house dope like piefienies
We
son holding Sun Chips
I wish they would've left Biz here, and fucking took you
And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals
In life, I've never met
Like colts about the waste. So Annie, now--
Have we not known each other all our lives?
I do beseech you by the love you bear
Him and his children not
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
you
It's what you've done for me
You gave your love, you gave your life
You gave your everything and I
Wanna give it all back
Give it all back
you
It's what you've done for me
You gave your love, you gave your life
You gave your everything and I
Wanna give it all back
Give it all back
you told me put my gun aside
Instead I'm crying witnessing ya vision through these blurry eyes
They gave Balla all this time I'm praying he appeal it
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