Lyrics:
talk
And those who talk don't know a thing
Men are born soft and turn tough
Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God
I've been hurt, I've
realized that I did not want to fall
But when you're on the way down
No one's there to make a sound
It's kinda peaceful, I guess
But by the time you hit
it ain't nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying
Pigs dying from bullet wounds to the chest
I'm sick of you hoes trying to run mine
I'm coming with a gun line running after one time
I got
Every boy and girl starts a brand new page
Now's the time to make a Christmas list
Fa la la la la! Fa la la la la
Celebrate the holidays for all!
Fa
these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in
these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in
you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do
So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always
Happy!)
I'm not strong enough to help you
La la la la la la la la
Heart feels heavy as if it's blue
La la la la la la la la
When was the last time we saw
That it happened to you is yours...
Gun, paper gun paper gun
Gun, paper gun paper gone
Gun, paper gun paper gone
Soon they'll be seeing the light
Like
eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By
words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out
gone too long I think their longing for peace
In every country fighting to staying loyal
Yea they left by horse and by train
And they marched out feeling
make me blind
I've been waiting a long time to see you disappear
Colored clear, make me blind
Your stare is a gun, unlit room
Your body lit by
for the carnival.
Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, bitch boy you dead. Welcome to the show, shangri la
money was mad long
His lieutenant Burberry, heavy hitter crime syndicate
Armani was his cousin, a genius and academic
Gucci Flashy designer dude
Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
For a body - now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
yeah, this the long one
This life has got me barely
Holdin' by a single thread
Grippin' on my pistol
Squeezing trigger 'til my finger’s red
A lot of folks
(Hitmaka) Yeah
Came a long way to make it here
Yeah I thank God that I made it here
Have a good time, the whole town show up
Money coming fast,
coming to a head
Pretty soon babe you'll be a long time dead
Little brother I'm telling you now
Your pride can take a hit
Little brother take a deep
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
to the murder live by the gun then you gonna die by onebitch Nigga Getting rich nigga doing rituals fuck up There sprituals they selling there souls it Fells like
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes
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