Lyrics:
in store
This infant so frail must not grow to be strong
The world was at risk if she waited too long
So veiled by the blackness of night she did creep
And a little bit of hay were made
Wel take the road by the coast
This is where were gonna play
And make the most of our lives
All good to split the scene
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
Suuuuuu
Jordan Block nigga
Jordan Block nigga
Pac World, Pac World
Jordan Block nigga
Pac World, Pac World
Ayo, the drip Finally Wavy
Crocs by Salehe
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
or two grand to
Be split three ways in those days
That was as much "success"
As we thought possible
The earliest performances on this album
Are brought
Yeah
Ooo
Yeah, yeah
You could watch me go in
And you could watch me go off
Take the world by force
And take the world to the cross
Lock the doors
need a friend
How'd you feel tonight
Was the world standing by your side
I'll be your anchor if you stay mine
Little sister we'll be fine
Jack Kerouac
foolhardy
In any sense of the word
He took on the challenge to defeat the beasts
That were ruling over the world
These beasts
Were so small and wild
They
Yeah, some firm shit, you know I mean?
For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world)
Ain't nuttin' changed yet (ain't
of the
Beast week to week
He shackled from his head to his feet
Life is deep
New York City too small for everbody to eat
Some explore the world and don't give
weeping
I send my sincere heart
I hope the wrath of the sky is calmed down
In the world reached by the wind
Hold firmly onto the trembling, split ground
You are listening to the heartbeat of the Sage
Sage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation
As well as split
got faith, they judge by glasses
Eight RPM in the dashes
I don't wanna work for the masters
Half of the money I get is my masters (Ayy)
Let's meet over
it's a small world and niggas talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches, pointin' you out in pictures
'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully,
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
Cause I'm a soldier
No Limit finest
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma split 'em
talk shit then your head get's split
Been a lotta long nights, lotta long days
Doing it the long way, back up in the hallways
All the people hated all
ON THE NEXT STREET (GET YO ASS OUT)
M.O.B DON'T TEST ME (NAW)
ERASE YO PAPER WITH THE LEAD BEAM (YUP)
WET YOU UP WATER WORLD ON A JET SKI
DRIVE BY AND LET
the blues
Still too young to split my time so I'd hide away in my room
Picking riffs on an old guitar left to me by my uncle
The snow fell heavy slipped
the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never
the world with the hook
Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac
[Khujo]
Now GIT, don't let the doorknob hit ya
where the good Lord split ya
I'm
stake through your living room
Nature's heavy burden is now passed on to you
Your world eaves and pulls, you watch the house next door
Swallowed by
small towns to the big city night lights
If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away
If you don't like where I stay, fly away, ah
There's
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