Lyrics:
come to your door
Five, six, draw for the blitz punches, kicks
We'll be outside about seven or eight
So it ain't bait
Nine, ten, draw for the skeng
Leave
Junior
I'm caught up in this hell
Sometimes I feel better
But I never do feel well.
Jesus must have one hell of a plan for me
I know I'm missin'
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
mi, mister Natchilous
What is di meanin'?
What is di meanin' of cabin stabbin'?
Say, when you have a girl in
A your house just lovin'
Come down Junior
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
me, nigga, help me, nigga
I'm tellin' you that, nigga, while I'm right here, nigga
Nigga, I'd do the same for you
No cap, nigga
That bullshit ain't
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
Why do you keep running?
Why do you keep running from me?
I promise love, I’m all that you need
For your soul
I know a lotta things I'd do for you
Girl what you'd do for me ye
Girl what you'd do for me?
Girl what you'd do for me?
Girl what you'd do for me?
fall in love with my bad habits
Yeah
I do the best that I can, but still I'm only a man
Let me tell my story for you, so that you understand
This who I
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
on Route 13 out on that maggot farm. Earl don't like it when you get
his maggot farm confused with a worm farm. A worm farm is for worms, and
a maggot farm
begun, Todd
Never leave it 'til it's done, Todd
Be thy labor great or small Todd
Do it well or not at all, God
Big Mama, my blood is your blood
When
Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch, come on)
Yeah (oh)
Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah)
Ha
You know very well
You
Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch, come on)
Yeah (oh)
Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah)
Ha
You know very well
You
Yeah
Etana: Wo oh oh
Sweet, yeah
Yeah eh eh eh
Yeah eh eh eh eh eh yeah
Junior Gong: Now played by the King
Love is all I bring
Voice of the one
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
best that I stick to my tune
I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that
Hamilton, sit down
Our client Levi Weeks is innocent
Call your first witness
That's all you had to say
Okay
One more thing
Why do you assume you
(uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah, haha)
Reach for
let you shine)
There ain't no excuse for losing your feet
Drowning in your defeat
On this road of life (do your thing)
There ain't no excuse for
words and then
You know, I doubt if you can feel it like I do
But when I think about the things that I've gone through,
Like, well for instance, if I
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
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