Lyrics:
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Yes it's 2:00 o'clock in the mornin'
And I still want to party! (yeah!)
Don't stop the music DJ! (oh yeah!)
[Chorus: Lil' Mo] - (Repeat 2X)
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
Cochran
Get me off, grant them the ball, if I walk
Put that order in the court, yeah
Give me crack on and who the fuck really care, yeah
World best
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open
Love can be a funny thing
It makes a stupid punk kid sing
I find myself in my own world
Dreaming of that special girl
My favorite word may be
by what I'm 'bout go through
Pray
Delivery me in thy righteousness
And cause me to escape
And climb thine air unto me
Save me Lord (pray for
and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
didn’t serve fi the nation
Bribing here and bribing there
Bribing up and everywhere
The country full of corruption
Living up in luxury
No care bout peoples
colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (Sean Kingston)
I'm from a world of different colors, different faces
Different
chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen it's, lil' fame right?
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city,
for you any time you need me
For real girl its me in your world believe me
Nothin make a man feel better than a woman nothing
Queen wit a crown that be
world that we in is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench (hey, Five-O)
to fill four U-Hauls
More death than World War II caused
Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
Of black corpses in county
April 27th, 2019
I hope you hear, I hope this reaches you, uh
All the money in the world, I can't find where they selling time
Or a button that
Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring king
March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher Punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was
all so superficial so god damn predictable
Suckers until the end
I've been living in too much sin
Someday you shall see the light
By then dust and bone.
Who, world health organized
Murderized, came to the aid, got paid
Doctor, doctor in a lab concocted a germ warfare
To the booty, I rocked it
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
tapes in major weight
'cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half
These niggas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I
Fill it up with my
crazy? Bitch let's see
I ain't playing with a full deck
I been going through a lot of shit
Put holes in you like a hairnet
Emptying the clip
You picked
crazy? Bitch let's see
I ain't playing with a full deck
I been going through a lot of shit
Put holes in you like a hairnet
Emptying the clip
You picked
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