Lyrics:
homeboy's-strapped-with-his-gat-
In-his-lap' crap
This is on the lyrical skills, you can scratch that
My lyrical skills makes mills, pays bills
And chills, all of the no-frill
(Bushwick Bill)
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G
it used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin, fuckin,
Blessed are the spiritually poor
For is theirs the Kingdom of Heaven
Words to live by, words to know and love
For I live it every day
Very rarely
anniversary
There's lots of people in this world that are worse than me
I wasn't there for my son's first words
But he ain't grow up in the hood like me we
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
Bushwick Bill
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;
it used to be fun but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin fuckin fuckin
oh oh)
Lift your voice (for the victory is mine
Greater is he that is in me
Than he who is in the world
Greater is he that is in me
Than he who is in
on my house in the grill
And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill
Makin' ya' dance every chance I get
And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch
my man scooped me in the hoop
Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a Benz
what I say, we are not goin' away, this is the work of the Lord
Grindin' for all of my days, ain't no more play, this what He makin' me for, I'm gone
move
Like Luther Vandross, I'm fuckin' up the West Coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
One, two, three nut, from the D-R-E but
This is for
Greater is he that is in me
than he that is in the world
I'm an Heir
I'm moved by the spirit
I'm washed in the blood
I'm an Heir
I know who i am
I'm
He's awaiting my morning jaunt
It might sound spun, but Bill's never been one
To play nonchalant
He blows me a kiss and brags of collection
Invites me
stop me
Your tongue rise in judgement
Nobody is greater
My refuge my fortress
My lord yea he leads the way
He leads me to brighter days
He always
plant, shriveled on the ground
And his heart is cased in a ring of stone, a tall wall all around
Isn't he a discarded one, that we can just ignore?
Doesn't
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
me how I feel how ya feel
It's Cole
Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose
I'mma stack
ones is greater than this God we serve God we love
God of all God above
He's why i'm still alive gotta testify
He saved me cross my heart and hope
And the terror by night
I will lay me down in peace and sleep
I will not live in fright
For He is God; He is God
Just be still and know that He is God
He is all;
cuss, bust
Kickin' up dust is a must
I can't trust, a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul
Cut
veteran skilled
Voted heartless 'cause my mama made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by
stale
Where they mold that's green
I can see you fit the bill
Of living in a world that come with Plan B
'Cause Plan A only can make another mistake
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
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