Lyrics:
a night club pick who
I want then I go hey
All these dick riders in here I
Don't have time for road rage
Walk up in the strip club buy who
I want then I go
This pain just make me cry cry cry
Just barely getting by by by
When you work that 9 to 555
When you work that 9 to 555
Straight grind 9 to 5
Thank god
The small men that live in other's vans on the mountain
Don't seem to mind the sun, despite their affinity for the indoors
They step out into the light,
And I just love the way she moves,
The way she moves, Watch her.
When you left,
I didn't know how I was going to forget you.
I was hanging by
like young Cole
Dollar with a big dream
Watch the kid work
I hope you gotta big screen
Getting what’s mine
If it’s gone then I took it
The way I’m going
slips away
Live by the good book
That's what the wise men say
But where does it leave us
Were they right or were they wrong
Gotta have hope
Gotta
a steady homing beam
Our ears are balked by stiffled moans
And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men
Clawing at the gates for
Shine!
Let it shine before all men.
Let 'em see good works, and then
Let 'em glorify the Lord.
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
cell block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in, some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men, stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin' up in shit but
every night
That He gave me in this life
So I pray some more
Even if I live poor
I gotta give thanks to God
That's for sure
I thank God for my life
I
said it'll be easy - but this is hard
I put my trust in men, now I'm scarred
In spite of what I've gone through
God can heal me now
He forever lives in
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
The train pulled away on that glorious night
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
And strutting like a peacock,
Oy! What a happy mood she's in,
Screaming at the servants day and night.
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me
a happy mood she's in
Screaming at the servants day and night
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them
I wasnt born to not live out my dreams and put knots in my jeans
I know you saying you gon ride you must not know what it means
I know these niggas
preach the gospel to these vultures
It's just the life we live as King Cobra's
The streets turn boys to men
Men into soldiers eh
And we don't ever break
a lineage that I just wanna represent,
Will to live might turn me to a titan, with no Eldians
Get rich or die trying, I'm Marcus, can't sweat the many men
She
to live the life of a peasant
Days and nights was right and type pleasant
At the foot of the aisles, took vows
With all the criminals and crook pals
were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
read the news today
They say the dangers gone away
But I can see the fires still alight
There burning into the night.
There's too many men
Too many
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