Lyrics:
he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he
think about two three places duck off
Get low if it’s hot on my side
I been thinking about you laying out on my king size bed from the back switching
We kicking down your door (kick your door)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home (not baseball)
I'm so cutthroat I will cut
You in the throat
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go
calls, you Matrix sleep
(Verse 3)
The Crazies on the scene, its cat and mouse
Spewing words of gasoline, burn down the house
You can get it by the boat,
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
diamonds on my neck look like fluid (drip)
I'm from the Zone 3 if you niggas ain't knew it (3)
I'm throwin' up the north 'cause that is my hood (North)
brother, New York changed our lives
forever
It'll never be the same, and it all started from that first night too, but you know
We don't got to talk about
crusaders rally allies,
Now captain cmericas new laws are just applied lies,
Eyes without a face the new normal,
From a kryptonite laced, plan-demic,
email, contraband resell/
Rising from the black, from the cracks where I free fell/
No doubt remains down in the flames/
But now I'm out and about breakin'
followed
mythic being on
the bus. if I'm a
slave to art am I
a slave to love? am
I a ferryman? am
I abridged? am I
from houston to
oakland
to take flight, this new money brings kryptonite, problems
Hook- we aint want no problems, though we not we got em
Niggas from the side line dey be hatin
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
leave me alone, shut the door like fuck the bed tonight, I might just fall asleep on the floor
She's my kryptonite, I lost my powers to a whore
Baby
Lord
People there, they treat you kind
Well that white freight liner's gonna ease your worried mind
I got some bad news from Houston
Half my friends
(imagine that)
Future told Steve Harvey he don't want Lori
Joe Budden got caught stealin' from Mal and Rory (Joey)
The way that shit went down they all
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
door down and let my people in it
I'm here- commanding respect that's Amir
Luigi to Mario that be my kin
All about green, but keep red on the brim
I'm
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
Question three, who producing your album man
Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Mannie Fresh, Cool & Dre
And the list goes on pimping I'm coming down,
hundred miles
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