Lyrics:
What I gotta do is let y'all
Niggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who
Was once fragile, innocent
And pure was suddenly corrupted
time
Now I'm overcome
By the light of day
My lips are near, but my heart is far away
Now the war is won
How come nothing tastes good?
You're
(Check)
I understand what y'all tryin' to do
I brought the flutes this time, though (Check)
Unleash the flutes on 'em, Guru
Give me some more music in
mix with the status too
We've been smokin' weed and gettin' drunk, and mixin' batter too
Fuck all that status, I'm tryna get back the bag with you
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
would riot
I'd like to ask, please, who will put down that mob?
I'm an overpaid producer with pleasant reasons to rejoice, and I do
In the wholesome
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
the pen
I love them racks like we kin
Before them racks I'm a man
A lot of yall don't understand
Boxed in a corner (In a corner)
Taking all these drugs I
But anyway
Your advice is needed
I'm 22 years old,
With a beautiful daughter,
By a dead beat who wouldn't give a quarter to support her
My money
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more
Well, I'm gonna put on my long white robe, (Where?) down by
at Iraq
And blow that little piece of shit off the map
Yeah, I wouldn't give a fuck who dies
'Cause I'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices
Only
a little lovin'
Livin' nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
It's Saturday, time to play
I gotta hit the street, I'm chilling not
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
only read dollar signs
As if dead presidents wrote the bible
Blasphemy is you with a rifle
War in the sand who is your rival
I don't want a chain
I
will not understand it)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, this jam is dedicated to you, boy, just listen
Take off your coat, get in a fit position
Cause I'm about
understand I'm getting closer to the edge
almost falling off a building 'im dangle by a thread and my fingers gettin' loosie
If my past was any
a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more
Well, I'm gonna put on my long white robe, (Where?) down by
Fighting each other so It looked like it was war
(YEAH)!
I know you want me more (YEAH)!
You staying by my side is something you swore
Saying you was
fucking ends
So day by day I'm on a kamikaze
Ain't no nigga
Ain't bitch ain't no body fin'a to stop me
I'll leaving mystery, I'm making history
With every
to my left and smoked a J to my right
Now I'm as high as a fucking kite, but
Understand that I'm hear to speak the truth
About the Eau Claire life
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