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Lord Have Mercy, Father Help us All
Lord Have Mercy, Father Help us All
Father Help Us All, Father Help us All
(H.A.P.H. verse 2)
Ain’t no
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Until she started sniffing P
Streets love me but I’m hated by the MPD
Multimillion dreams but I have
Nightmares of the F-E-D's (God damn)
Lord please have
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got
intensions to get with ya
With the s-n double-o-p dogg
To help my fuckin' homie
You's a cold ass nigga on them all
Sure enough I keep my hand on my
ya hair turn gray
let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
see we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
intensions to get with ya
With the s-n double-o-p dogg
To help my fuckin' homie
You's a cold ass nigga on them all
Sure enough I keep my hand on my
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
By the deep blue sea
A true blood blue sud
Hangin' on me
Want to head north
But I might go south
Can't make up my mind
'Cause I'm thinking like
ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
double-O-P, Dogg my fucking homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sure 'nough, I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
cursed me
But I pleads the Blood, "you gets no love", this devil don't get no mercy
I gave the wicked fools the blues with this Good News
So tell me
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
catchin' bodies (crazy)
We ain't 'bout to throw no hands, you know niggas scared to fight (no)
Ain't no mercy for these niggas, bro, they ain't gon' spare
bLaze:
PAYBACK TIME ITS YOUR FUCKING TURN!
Li$p:
Crawling limbless bodies screaming, begging for mercy
Now changed its mind instead of mercy, they
Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep
Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a Jeep
She taught by Weezy F
We be the best, truly
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