Lyrics:
married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat, hm, I was in for a big surprise
When I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brain locked, my
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
Heard you got an issue
Walk up to God let him bless you
I fell out of love before
By grace he brought me back
Through his son I can run
Kicking my
shit
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation
With
if you say you can’t sympathize,
He prepares for suicide his hands twist the bottle,
He’s got pills to kill the pain, he wants no more tomorrows,
He
if you say you can’t sympathize,
He prepares for suicide his hands twist the bottle,
He’s got pills to kill the pain, he wants no more tomorrows,
He
Please no more stop signs
Please no more stop signs
The flames that are burning down your mind
Are the flames that rebuild up your life
Set your
fate
I stay baked and stay on my grind
Never waste no time
Writing hits all night
No stop signs, trying to be an all time great
I'm gonna jot my rage in
fada, son and d spirit
I made my choice by his leadings
I overcome by his spirit
I'm waiting for your order
Tell me what to do
You gat me surrender
I'm in
Collective responsibility, I need to ask you, are we on the same team
We're in this together, let's make this world better, no sign of an exit, which lessens
the highs and the cool side of the pillow
No, it’s all just pillow talk cos in the end I really know
It’s just a
One walk
A long walk to the Exit Sign
acting stupid
I got bags under my eyes, dollar signs in my pupils yeah
I don't get the best sleep
So much shit that stress me
Lately I've been kept up
By
gonna have a sign on the front porch?)
Unless you change your mind
You can pack them bags walk out the door
'cause you ain't livin' here no more boy"
Watch the stream run by you
Watch the Indian chief
Wrapped in blue corn leaves drift by you
Watch you take root in the son's palm
And rise out
Ey yo, count your blessings
Shout out Vinnie too by the way
You've got at least more than five
Souls without shame
With an inability to lie
and give up on you
And that's my sign to quit, quit, quit, and give up on you babe
More days passing by
And I just can't help to cry
Spreading pain inhumane
competition so to comprehend, go download duolingo
On my newest single I will single you out, I'm bringing you down
So for you no more new singles come out,
the line
Watch the evil pass hands and find it in mine
See my people pass off and then watch for a sign
Like why lights go out sometimes when I walk by
growing up
I come by to see you ask you for ten dollars
And you wanna talk about how I was raised
You don't know nothing about how I was raised
This world
that ponders in my head,
Thrown out by you,
Let's continue on and on again;
No signs can tell my sign for help;
No one can tell me more about
it's beef roll twice then say goodnight
I don't cry see other niggas cry my face don't work like that Just
Getting by Cop 2 eighths every week no I won't
Let down by a nation,
More interested in war in this nation,
When children are sleeping at railway stations.
No home or money,
They wish they could
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