Lyrics:
feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
Seventeen with three kids
Locked down for life
Shoulda chose me
She 'bout to O.D. from the pressure
Hell
down by the lake
In the shade where the wild flowers grow
What'll happen only heaven knows
So don't go down Maggie Creek Road
(at the end)........don't
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city
I'm on the road faster than a jet ski
Ma little sister on the phone she said she's waiting
Obo mpae s3 sika nu ego be plenty
But if she knows what I go
I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget
I got the birds, pigeons (I got the pigeons)
They know who the fuck run the city (Nawfside)
I might
I got a Hero within
That took up all of my sin
And by His grace He opened up the door and let me in
So when I go into battle
My enemies shake like
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
Sike! I'm just a MC
Kermit's giving me eyes and sipping Tetley
And if the boydem's listening live then fucking get me
Or not
I turn my volume up
pretty little figures try to come home with me
I might let a
One or two
Maybe two, three or four but I'm home
Soon as I'm, soon as I'm off the road
It's me
niggas bank account empty
I'ma ride, I ain't trying other ways
I'ma kill just to live just to die another day, hey
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road! (Karma
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road again
I'm back
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, y'all
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots
see that '88 SS Monte Carlo
Power locks and doors got to watch the road
Got a hundred forty four spoke down in the block hoes
Down the top goes I live
a cool vibe flex (Mix it)
Naito set the mood for the blue town set
I had to take trip for a check, crack a door for the rest
Had to put the whip down for
sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin' head off
See murder a real fuckin' natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
And we believe where two or three gather in your name (your name)
And so now we live expecting to see God
Aye yo
We came through the door
me (na me da)
Mama told me get it right by any means (pah pah!)
I can't do no wrong thats Kobe checks down on my feet (Boom!)
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy
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