Lyrics:
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
famished
No wonder when yours get back
I'm foaming at the mouth glancing
Back and forth and grabbing
A Chance to strike when I'm batting
My lids they know
feet on the ground
Without getting them stuck in the mud
You will soon be over the moon or twice as hot as the sun
Ackee 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3
will is still with me, in my awakening
I'm aiming to sea and about to strike my fall
Like a shooting star
Shrouded by fire, fear and despair
There is no
of options?
Am I really losin' me?
Brain games
Fight it back
Breathe in
Exhale
Cloudy vision gone
Room is full of friends
And I’m feelin' free again
Its just
lemme rub ya feet, so discrete, with mystique, I'm on your calendar for weeks!
Certain privileges were missed by the color of my skin
But my mind and my
the seventh letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All praises due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last
made
So when my arms and feet
Shackled I still get paid all praises due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I
.445
Stole the base to win the drive
I'm patient, I take my time
I see the pitch before it comes
We got these pussies on the run
Three strikes and then
the house or what?
When I strike I strike hard and you won't like that
And if I strike out my empire strikes back
My niggas who knock you, so I won't dock
At this rate I'll be belly up by the time I'm thirty-three
They will do the autopsy, but it was jealousy
You can donate my my organs to someone else
was back on tracks before the morning
After a long three weeks on a
Cross country trip trapped inside of this train
A large delegation of rebellious
longer loves
His circle getting smaller shit look like it's closing up
He sitting by himself self people asking him what's up
But he won't fuck wit no one
bring darkness up above
You in it for the money
Or in it for the love, M.J.
Twenty- three ways to make a pay
Loungin' in the mothership back around my
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
it will never end
Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it just begins
Over and over sort of like a loop
Someone gets shot, it's time to go back
Two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens
Piped out seats, Oakwood mb cord speakers
Bumpin' out old shit
That made me think of Old Easters
through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens
Piped out seats, Oakwood MB cord speakers
Bumpin' out old shit
That made me think of Old Easters
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine
There are ten things you need to know (number one!)
We rowed across the Hudson at dawn
My friend,
like Blrrrd, Pooh Shiesty
He ain’t making it back that was strike 3
Bad bitch on her shit that entice me
I can’t leave her alone
GTA getting head while
The only time it ends
"Strike", that mission
Is when your six feet under and
That's the reason why I don't
Ever want to hear about you using
This shit you
, a four
Hey girl, what you doing?
Hey, won't you come by and do my hair?
Yeah, I got three or four of them. Now you know. It's all good in
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