Lyrics:
to make the Crips stops seeing red
Now it's time to make the Bloods stop seeing fed
Opposites attract but understand, we are not magnet head
Crumple up that
hotta than the summer
When she step up into the club every man and woman want her
She make me wanna get a stripper pole up in my home
Cause of the porn
they kindergarten yutes
When it comes to slapping, my niggas got bachelors degrees
Wintertime's freezing, I can warm you up If this corn slaps you, you
a girl by my side
Make her sing like Kelly Price
I'mma make her sing
like Kelly Price
Reaper Vibes
They know it's my time
My cousin on the gram
Goin' off,
someone I would've looked up to as a kid, see this shit is creating a better me (Yeah)
Writing is what I'm 'posed to do, it's what happens when you see you
pop duke
And my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot
That's when the Feds came by
And surrounded the house
They had automatic
Bro it-it was Key Kelly that did it bro Key Kelly I'm telling you
Shout out my brother he really the plug
Xannies, and percies, and lean wassup
of anything everything I have is a
Gift from God and even the
Shitty fucked up things
That happened to me, that still happen to me
Are also gifts to teach me
pilates
A lot of sit-ups probably
But bump that, I was there from the start
Even when Latoya Luckett and that other
Doo doo bucket broke your heart
Hope you
water up to my neck almost drowning soon
I was in dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly calling off
Still had Walgreens boomin', had CVS boomin'
I was fostering
Africa woman be proud of who you are
Can't no one take your identity from you
Africa woman be proud of who you are
Can't no one take your identity
and tea without thinking a kid died,
And they let the murderer go free, I question why?,
Why do you think we fed up?, when we tried,
To suggest,
you think we fed up?, when we tried
To suggest, and request for our basic human rights
When time, after time, after time, got denied
When another black
found my woman
For your love ohhh
I go call mama
Tell am say I finally found my woman
I really almost gave up
On finding true love,
I was fed up
Been
Intro - R. Kelly + (Nick Cannon)]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kels!)
(We in the club singing this for money, ha!)
song when the full moon's bright
Baby I'm sorry I messed up, good night my sweet princess
May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
and they sing:
Hands that are strong but wrinkled
Doing work that never gets done
Hair, that's lost some of the beauty
By too many hours in the sun
Eyes, that
Hands that are strong but wrinkled
Doing work that never gets done
Hair, that's lost some of the beauty
By too many hours in the sun
Eyes, that
ready
Tried to piss on me, that's who you are
Kelly get it? R kelly I'm pissed off
More pissed off than Rick Ross
When he finds out there's more barbecue
straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it's the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin
Hands that are strong, but wrinkled
Doing work that never gets done
Hair that's lost some of the beauty
By too many hours in the sun
Eyes that show
woman daily
Know I'm hated by many, ion let it phase me
I can't fuck with you niggas I'm segregated
Had to run up the racks before I elevated
Charge my Ls
n——— homie
Was into women
Dressed up like a woman
In broad daylight To bald your shit
Istafulah
Pray for us all
Ain’t had it rough
We had it hard
I met a plug and he threw me a dub
When he knew what it was so I never could play
R.I.P. Gucci and Dunn on my son I'm a keep y'all alive till I step
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