Lyrics:
the juice!
We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for more!
On the ThugLine with F.B.G., 7th Sign, and Mo' Thug once again we about to blow!
We about to blow! Set it
this town there's not wrong or right
Since I'm only passing through I'll be leaving by night
Just can't figure why I should be all alone people all
We are surrounded
By a world that's not our Home
We are grounded
Until it come our time to go
And our souls are aching
With a void that won
oh, this tonight
Can tell you want me
By the way I see you starin' 'cross the room, babe
No shame in the game
Just cut the shit, be honest
Yeah,
cities but I'mma S.A. fool
7th Graders shouldn't bring the scraps to school
So when you say you only listen to the real M.C.'s
Let me spell it out for
hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga
to lose his life in this dope game cocaine
He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
I
place; the "nicks" came this close, an
Is so great to be here during the "gay games"! because for once I can walk around the city without being recognized.
I won't let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It's the one good thing that I've got
I won't let you down
So
designed by heaven just 4 me
(Just for me)
My friends look at her, they see mystery
But I look at her and I see a masterpiece
(Can it be? I mean, really,
when you believe
Nothing here below can measure up to heaven's lasting treasure
Be not deceived only believe
If you believe so will it be...
BLINDFOLD
turn
Red when I been with my friends
Blowing smoke
Send it to heaven, amen
Amen
I been, walking the block with a pen
Not rocking with my cock by
don't whistle at you down the street
I would if I could but I can't whistle you see
Amy I may not be James Dean
Amy I may not be nineteen
And I may still
Don't let it end
Don't let it end
Don't ever let it end
Well, I got two tickets to the game
It'd be great if I could take you to it this Sunday
a glock
Like i'm the 7th path of pain i'm here to bleed the block
And you gone be dead when they get here you don't need the cops
Yung boy moving quiet but
a close call with a grenade
I think we both must have been about 7th grade
But don't panic we both survived without damage
But we developed a bond like we
we've never known
Angels singing Hallelujah songs
Hard to imagine one day
All this gravel turned to streets of gold
Time goes by but we won't ever get
leaves turning red,
But the grass is as soft
As a feather in a featherbed.
So I'll be king and you'll be queen,
Our kingdom's gonna be
This
to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me
Yeah, I will love you, baby
Always and I'll be there
Forever and a day,
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
want, we won't hear it (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, not this time (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I, I, I)
Just grab my hand and don't
slammin' brakes 'cause I'm late
Still courtside at the Pelican's game but they won't say my name
Blanco Leopardo, I'm the 7th ward lord
The chopper never
Yea, but I'm the furthest thing from calm
Dedicated to my mom, and I swear my word is bond
Everything will be okay and it won't even take that long
came along
[Chorus]
We're not expecting this to go down easy
We're not expecting any sweet dreams
Sure thing
But with a little luck
Could be
this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm
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