Lyrics:
praise Him
Vegas I be mandalay'in
Bad bitch condom tastin, 4
5 compilation, never give em conversation
Never give 'em my safe's combination
While I'm
Chorus:
4 da children let's stick together
4 da children try-make life a little better
4 da children try to make this world a better place
4 da
was broke, and if you know you know, you playing with my gang we cut yo throat, my brother's throwing fours, but if I catch a four he getting smoked, my
I prayed to my Lord that head won't take
Me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's
And hit the corners
I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo
for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing push ups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my
That listen, we gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons
They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings
You my brother
and try get a nap
I'm on the way overseas, do a show for four-hundred
Why these niggas that hate got no money?
Yeah, by myself out of state with my
to make them hate you inside
Besides me and my brother there were 4 maybe 5
Minorities in the whole school
They'd laugh loud whenever teachers
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Keep my brothers by side, they aint leaving me
And they always hold it down, and they believe in me
We connected by a bond, aint no blood around
in a Row
This on my brother
We gone knock off
4 By 4
Don’t claim you gone stay Down
With me
And then go Ghost
Tell me
What you Uk about them Swats?
We
came home, he want a war
That black on black crime is swine, truthfully
But if my brother try to do me, I have to empty five in his hoopty
Who
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
yeah, we winning
Gotta put my mama on the hills fuck a four door, put my pops in the coupe
And if I'm sliding, then my brothers, yeah, they sliding
Toting
"pay 'em back" shit
Niggas don't wanna try me, brother you'll get shot down
Now I'm king of the block, since my bigger brother's locked down
I'm hot
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
What
Remember when
I prayed to my Lord that head won't take
Me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's
And hit the corners
I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo
hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
I inhabit?
Twisted shell of bitter hate.
Wraith & reaper, my bloody brother's keeper.
Ascend my friends up to the mountain.
Try your best for
that my lyrics delivering
When I hit him with this lyrical symmetry
Ima decimate any hate standing in my brothers
face
They gon try to hate on any way
For the last three months it ain't a sunrise I slept through
I try to sleep and get some rest but I'm too stressed to
I do some push ups
from his childhood years.
Heavenly father. Could you please wipe away my tears.
Verse 4: Reginelli
I could remember way back, when a! nigga was
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