Lyrics:
day, Father forgive us
They know not what they do, all praise is due
I'm big like E-Z and Big Bambu
What's that? I didn't hear you (shut the fuck
Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay yo Harry you crazy for this shit
(La música de Harry Fraud) (bah)
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name
I'm all alone
By the phone
In the zone
Face the storm
Wonderin', if you ever comin' home
I try to run the streets and play
But that feelin' just
you shine, shine
I shine, you shine
In this day and time
We maintain the same frame of mind
Elevation, spark it up
Yo, start the circulation, 360
with my infrared
You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
But now I
rot in heaven
Gotta be home by seven
And the field burns away
The sky breathes it in
So why sit and wait for the new world to begin
I'm comin
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
And I ain't tryna blow you up, but gurl yo' pussy the shit!
Baby you know, and I know, we need to get right
I'ma call you, and I'm comin' through
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
you home? I want you here with me
Ooh girl you blow my mind, I want to be yo' freak
Let me take you there, to that ecstasy,
Oh ba-by, baby
Gotta
thug looks
Get yo mug cooked and plus your thug took
You overlooked the fact that shit was real
Now I got to take that ass to school for real
My clique
cool to quench my thirst
I thought to myself, Yo! This heat is the worst
But when I got downstairs, I noticed something was wrong
I was home all
Are you ready?
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it
"If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home
the stands I don't dance
In the club by the door
With the gun by my hands
By my pants a motherfuckin' eighty-
I'ma tell all you niggas, y'all niggas owe me
passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
Man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to life.
Qu new york, you try
And you ain't comin home, any time soon
(Still I'mma keep it real and write you, y'knahmsayin)
All my life been runnin from the fuzz (cops)
Fresh meat!
Yo, in case you ain't know
I go by the name of Akon and I'm from
(Africa, Africa)
Home of the Goree Islands
I'm from Senegal, West-side
(Africa,
nah, nah
Yo, Mister Will.I.Am (Mister Will.I.Am)
Win or win (Mister Will.I.Am)
Get our boogie on when the weekend come
Check the Peapod, 'cause
thang lane switchin'
Once you turn your neck for a sec your dame's missin'
Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin'
Got that rap patrol behind yo, get
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours, it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
You aint just hear about what happened to Dolph
Yo Gotti
I'm knockin all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
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