Lyrics:
souls
They sell they selves
They ain't twelve, they old
Niggas old as hell
Old as jail, old as cells
Sold so much salt, ain't no more salt
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
Ain't gon' play with 'em
My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd
Looked at Santino right in his eyes
He broked out
on so damn fast
Another twelve months flies on by, you're still here
But it's never quite next year
No it's never quite next year
My old man
He was
same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yeah
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
And Long view twelve miles down,
And the travelers all said
Little East Texas Red
He was the meanest bull around.
If you rode by night or the broad
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
years old on the mother fuckin' playground)
Back in the mix cause I'm turning some tricks
Hopping out my ride, I found these twelve bricks
Get a grip,
bout a job
Where I'm from by twelve years old it's stack or starve
This not fate I gotta take
No I can't give and I can't borrow
So just listen to me if
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
a young boy, twelve years old
Growing up in New York city
I could ride the subway by myself
Never ever be afraid
Where did it go?
And tell me what
blue
Whoa, you know they're always talking about dangerous blue
If I had my big old pistol, you know I'd be dangerous too
Twelve jury men found me
blue
Whoa, you know they're always talking about dangerous blue
If I had my big old pistol, you know I'd be dangerous too
Twelve jury men found me
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
Winin, dinin, smokin' on pine, now we flyin', shinin', packin' up the bag and divide it
Light it, twelve rolls by, gotta hide it, high creepin' in,
Smoked out in a box Chevy year eight seven, had them Jordan number sevens before I had the elevens
Feelin like that dude with the first name Devin
me that dope
Eight years old, when I jumped off the porch
By the time I was ten, niggas gave me the ropes
'Bout twelve years old, I'ma the baby lil
make the biggest movies
Top down we couping'
Twelve ladies choosing
Twelve Bentley's cruising
Grind time we moving
Told Flock' to scoop me
I'm by
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
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