Lyrics:
together
Repeat 4X
Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper
Back in the days of Lee's and BVD's
I grew up deceived, by wicked enemies
My lifespan began to dim
Can't get no crap on my feet
Walkin tall straight to the
Dope of opportunity
Been too many years and let the
Weight get a pull of me
I'm chillin with
And topped by a black leather vest
Somebody asked how he came by his name
And if he was one of the best
The eyes of the tall stranger narrowed
He grinned like
and Perry
It's mad, never thought I would see a penny
Then I just spent way too much on a three-part music video
Just so I could make the club scene
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
God don’t make the devil win
Keep me holy
When we sitting floor seats
Just know we balling
Feel like Michael Jordan
And that boy a rookie
Why you
and fucking mean
He refused to be paid
He say it's for the cause
He keeps coming back
His legend is ten feet tall
He wears his evil well
Black boots raise hell
in the fort
In the Rule, with three great teachers
God Sincere made it clear is also a great feature
So beware devil man the days of purge is almost
cry but today I start my life
Ten thousand acres, fifty miles from Modown
A great big house at least two acres wide
Well, he's six feet tall with hair
the fuck they get into here? - This shit is mystic x3
Bitch is crying - I'm in love
And I'm saying - no no no
And I have unzipped my lock
Hit the silence
Fuckin' ya bitch while I'm rippin' a dab pen
Go to the mall cause ya know that I ball 'n my money so tall like the great wall of China
I give her a call
he bang, make you rubberneck
I'll bounce you like a voice-check
I'm a (Bulldog) like I'm a Ge-Ge-Georgetown HOYA!
[Chorus 4x's: Redman (Al Green
Gracious
The devil thought that he could take us
Glory to God you ain't forsake us
Its by Your grace that we been paid fa and favored
The ghetto
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
considered an incarcerating crime
To be inspired to make a rhyme
By smoking some of that sativa or indica line of genetics
That makes you all Edgar Allen
stand tall, through it all
(Verse 3) [D-Mac]
My Uncle Tony died from aids so Im cautious with women
My Uncle Derrick lost his vision but told me I gotta
The demon's tall with jet black hair
His shadows moves close and time's running out know what you must do
Turn around, find your feet and run,
my way
I don't know where the hell I'm even going
I know you live like ten minutes away
Do you mind just coming to pick me up real quick
Like I don't
fall down
Please don't make a sound hear the Devil growl
Please don't go to sleep never go to sleep
You may not awake cause I'm goin to take
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
the wall
Short and sweet y'all, about 5 feet tall
Her and her friends burnin they weed, smellin good indeed
Yo you ain't what I want, you somethin that I
type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet
left him four feet tall
Third door opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by mikey budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to heather
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