Lyrics:
fly like airlines, stay sharp like samurais
Dip low like Cam'ron, Big Show when it's slam time
Word to my nigga Anton
Bogarting through this door
won’t back down
Young Slime Baby won’t back down now
How did you turn your back on me, when I never ever turned my back on you?
Don’t try to come back
(Romans 4)
Said that Abraham was justified by his faith
(True)
But the chapter he quoted, Genesis 15 (Okay)
In chapter 12 in Genesis was
When he got saved
ain't seen mans face
Get man down in my airforce ones
If I buck into you ahlie you're done
Ill swing or Ching I ain't doing race
Bally on me they ain't
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
Just two
the pot, melt it down, whip it back, let it lock
And now I make hits, I can shut this shit down when I want
I tell Kev, tell Colin, "Let it drop"
Rise it
Fuckin' with the plug daughter
Made a young fortune and my lungs coughin’
When I'm done torchin‘
Broke down bricks I'm a slum lord
Jump off fresh
a train on the edge of the town
I can feel the brooding of Your Spirit
"Lay your burdens down, lay your burdens down"
From the preacher preaching when
Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, the Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemen, You know me,
Listen, you know I ride for my motherfunkin'
when i do ill lead
If i die would you say my name
Put it in your head like you're saying grace
Write it down on every page
Study my life like
You're not twenty-four anymore
Just go away, Wroetoshaw and on the way out
Close the door
GameboyJones should call it quit's
I don't know what you're
you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up, by drinkin' at the communion
Spillin' free wine, now my
Now there's a backseat lover, that's always undercover
And I talk 'til my daddy say
Said you ain't seen nothing, 'til you're down on a muffin
like it, I really don't give a damn
[Female: Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent?]
Sometimes
[Female: Ok, what would be the situation when you
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
scary
I might be single forever
Cause I don't trust nobody
Soulmate if you're out there
Can you please come find me?
Just a young man in a big world
dad
Heading for the front door that
Was an obvious fact
And the pain that my older
Brother was feeling was real
But there ain't no way to cope
When you
breathing
With a halo
Young angel
Bucket hat like Kangul
I got the whole ville on stand by
When I take off
Fuck it I call these bitches bitches
Cuz they love
Let's do it
Workin' all week, 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street, I saw this
Let's do it
Workin' all week, 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street, I saw this
that dead weight pulling, pulling you down
One for the money, two for the show
Yonder comes three, don't let the door slam as you go
You're the best
or three or four
The man who strums the old guitar
Is standing by the door
The banjo and the mandolin
Have joined the phantom band
A woman, once from Carrick
breath
Oh when the wind settles down the valley in between who are we
Only a leaf in the breeze and it's like living Lovin3D
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