Lyrics:
the prostitutes were offered side by side with donkeys, who were screwed and abused just like the women were. Extra, extra thrills and treats. I couldn't understand
speech align with "teacher, teacher help me seek the knowledge"
But the street's is evil, we proceed to flee police and sirens
Grievance foul, reaper
cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
thinking that they are tough
Jump one man with 8 or 9 of them they think they can't be touched
Jumping me with knives and bricks and they still just can't do
a capital OG but hold up wait
I drink with distinguished females and link with distinctive G-men
That's known to sink ships and speak with
Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
Abiding by the law
Good purp and good purpose
I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
Sweeter than the cherry
Bridge 3:
Beyond grace of light and beauty, portrait of history
Above all the songs that we sing to praise the birth of the King
Christ calls all men with
clappin’
Action, reaction, act with a passion
Mask everlasting, bask in the fashion
Shields up one-hundred, you fuckin’ with a flagship
Building up
gun clappin’
Action, reaction, act with a passion
Mask everlasting, bask in the fashion
Shields up one-hundred, you fuckin’ with a flagship
Building up
came true
And I had the wind beneath my wings
Mighty men is suits create the future
With dollars signs on their twisted minds
This time there was no
of the pain the other must endure
As he's pulling knives from his back, she was laid up on hers
Broken mind's trapped by a curse
He just wants to save her from
eyes were closed
Knifes were shown
Pain was known
The story remains untold
Too many times men they make the mistake they
Meant to move towards me they
supersaw, boy I'm playing with the powersaw
The dirt make me drop D like im playing power chords, ugh
The beat sound like clucard
There's knives in my side,
here with humour defied
The sentence swung down by judges of men
Who decreed that with speed his survival must end
This man they had framed for
met with warm eyes and a bright smile
The first thing I saw first was disgrace
Followed by disappointment, topped off by "who the fuck am I".....
my niggas is an honor
Recordin' life, not lyrics
I was visited by spirits, your shit isn't authentic
Genuine article, like 9/11 with the fog lights
I had the worst upbringing
But there's a million young men
Just like me in prison
We complain about racism and elevate clowns
With their trousers down
to shoot shit remember it
Was all in the fun
If it's power you wanted can you
Control over a hundred minds?
And these are grown men who've
Killed over
the sky for a blanket, stuffin' clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons electrons
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home
with two of your most deadliest men's in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no
put it up
(Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let
drastic
a couple Million in the mattress
with a safe dick I say fuck taxes
rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
crime pays
nigga, Nine-Hundred
the street, and every week I flip a ki.
I never wanted to be a G, but niggas depend on me
It ain't safe to hit I-10, so niggas fear with me
And all
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