Lyrics:
And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no
of fools
Stop
Let me take a breath
This song’s gotta end
Like all good things
She said “I'm sorry it's not you it's me” I was 14 when when se cheated with 5
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
another finally home
Time flies like drive-by’s on Colombia Road but you don’t know
I guess it gets good as it goes
And you playing with the heat you get
to talk, the bags are coming by the flock
I'm never off, I'm working 5'o clock to 5'o clock
I do my job until the day that I'm outlined in chalk
I told
head up
Long as you've got me, you're not alone
Sit still, no need to be a rolling stone
When you're in my arms, you're home
Got five lil' brothers,
the kind of loving that will get you coming home for days
Let's stop the conversation
Dance with me get in the action
Your lips give me satisfaction
Your
been to the gym
I'm waiting five hours in line
And watching the girls
Just coming and going
In dresses that look just like this
Till my number is
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
alone
Sweet charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
I'm coming home
Sweet charity
Save me
The asylums have opened
I'm coming home
Sweet charity
I'm
Tell me when you're coming home
Everything's alright when
You're right by my side yeah
Waiting for you to call
Cos I need your love so
I can't get
in Harlem
And Chicago ya undastand L.A.
Now they driving Cadillacs, homes and Broughams
So believe it or not pimpin was introduced and foundated by
copacetic any minute get real
One stop shop anything you need here
It ain't stuffed in the fender got the bag right here
This not a mobile home but I brought
Bitch it's Big Not To Be Tried On Blood nigga Free Hothead
Free me til you see me nawl fr I'm coming home soon bitch
Free 5, Aye Not To Be Tried
Aye,
it
Arrest the cops
Charge the cops, charge all the cops
Not just some of them
Charge them in every city across America where our people are being
of God, he got a babyface
Heavenly father, it's been five years since we met
Every day is on repeat, I hope it's coming to an end
Cut the outro, just fade
a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well
Not talking bout racks I don't want talk no more
A hook by Young I'Sa a 10 fasho
I was dripping I had the Givenchy coat
It came with the title we
five weeks since I started saving for my new shoes
They're coming out of the box tonight, they're gonna wow you
It's been seven hours since I played
to death and they're on your left
Men daring to catch you, slave runners, coming
You heard of a lot of your tribesmen got caught By these men
cnd never
back we been waiting for years
Don't be discouraged He did not forget the church
We close to home like we standing on Third
He coming back He gon take us
'til awesome have a child for me
Got homies who ain't comin' home 'til the cows coming
Niggas with power, they tryna press our power buttons
Now baby
scratchin' temple
The last P, well, that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
not expecting too much
Spending the most of my time away from my home
I've been wanting for too long
I could've just left her but something keeps
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