Lyrics:
the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees
high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer
Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty
Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary
Go 'head get your
a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
I
that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
In a friends eye I have
Have you ever been tossed
By the way side in an old friends mind
See your friend at school and you got no cares
He got a black
possessed you
To come out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent
Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30
I put
)
(It's a new life for me, for me, for me, for me)
(Ooh, ooh, and I'm feelin' good)
Yeah uh, and I'll never let my son have an ego
He'll be nice
hurts her
His ever-increasing responsibilities on
The Mayor's table
Seem to have taken precedence
Over his familial duties
Although I can't say I'm
Sorry
alotted, it seems just ran out
Or could it be the fact he never let his wings span out?
Acting like a chicken scared to leave the coup
Cause the chicken
The pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with) dealin' with the peer pressure
As a young black teen, everyday I, deal
With the pressure
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
me down the long ages, let them sing the song
See there, a son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight
There are blackheads on his shoulders,
FEEL LIKE I’M LOSING MY AIM
[HONESTY]
FADE TO THE BLACK WHEN MY WAY’S
TRAPPED TO FADE TO THE BLACK WHEN MY WAY’S
TRAPPED TO FADE TO THE BLACK
suspicious
Black hoodie when it's hot enough to fry a batch of chicken
Picked the pocket of a child, must be missing his morality
Robbed me of my youth
wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got
wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got
better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million
Reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
us!
If you come with me then I can show you
Where we'll take you where you dare not go to
Follow me and let my mind control you
Where rebuild
(greed, and lust)
Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat
A good nigga, you
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