Lyrics:
they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh nigga that's all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you
In a world far from all material forms, war rages
Reason and creativity fight through the ages
If reason bridles the being with rules
a pic of my dick on a shirt that says “Mahawam”
And then wear that shit every day
‘Cause
Good things for the right reason, right?
And anything in
Defunkt, the pistol that you pay for
This punk, the feelin' that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
East side lovers living on the West
the back how trifling is that
Then the shit get ugly the 09 Muggsy
Nice with a MAC put a price on your hat (Bap)
Came in the world all by myself
Leave out
of God revealed to fulfill
The Manifestation Movement
We saved by the foolishness of preaching
Great commission go out to the world
And then you teach em
ejected
And next time ya hit the West
You could best believe, believe the best, mothaFUCK the rest
What you supposed to be snatchin'?
You comin' to a world
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
on it, slaughter
All upon it it’s the God of
The west coast water
I can’t walk on it y’all want it
Nah, that’s a reason and
Die swallowing math equations
runnin' how the west was won
How them candles flamin' for my brothers to find home
Broken halos and clipped wings
Though we birthed of the west coast,
Through the blurriest
Vicious swimming to destinations
And new experience
I could do it for love in a world dying for dividends
Givin lists to something
to tell you that I'm thankful
Cuz of you, I made it, yea I pushed through
For that, I see you
Thankful
First shot outs is on the way
To Joe Matthew
all
Decades of differences spills blood for a
Stroke of a pen deemed so harmless
by the west
Hatred through heresy
aggravating social racism
A choir
Head's broken - tears of blood and the pain in the chest
the world is suffering, it fucks me up, that's the reason why I haven't watched TV for a long time
to paint my LP's as mistakes
Tell me how you judge the greatest by
How many records are sold
I've got no regrets for the records I make
How can I disown my
Let's get back to the congregation
I got a couple words for y'all
Ha, I'm not preachin' though
Ha, yeah, y'all not feelin' me
I'm in a class by myself
Niggas don't even see the cohesion
I don't fall even in Scorpio season
I don't be with niggas and that's not for no reason
Where I go it's girls there
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
And where I'm from my nigga you get shot
For sellin' out your man when he
The reason you got on (I ain't trippin')
You know they say
That gangsters don't live
on champagne when we chill
And we riding the Lex, Coupe
Beamers and the Benz (big Benz)
All over the world from the East to
The West coast we're making ends (ha
to failure or keep making more beats
Never give up gotta keep dreaming
I'm gonna make the rap world mine or die trying
This one here's for the west coast
It's
his son
To shed blood for my past actions
Ask Adam
We hid for the same reason
Suffocated by shame
Jesus got me breathing
Christ's promises revive
CPR,
you want to cry, cry, cry
Power Equality, Ghost Dog
For Christ Bearer, Killa Bees, west coast God
Yo,
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo,
gon lose
Yeah im back and lettin loose
West Side wat it do
I do it for the east side too
Cuzz i aint gon lose
Homie i aint gon lose
Shorty i aint
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