Lyrics:
too many murders
Too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried
Plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I
Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
sorry for the sinning
Couldn't wait for this to drop, my patience started thinning
My team cemented solid, not surprised by the winning
Stop and listen
my shotty
His body is dotty
I love my new hobby
Scuff a nigga in the John
Spread out your linen
Lay in it
Last name Doe
First name John
Niggas is
disappointing someone news
We give up even bothering to look
Mama called my cell phone, said, swing by later on
There’s somethin’ that came here for you today
yours?
Brother, I'm good, I stay with the Lord
Bible carrier, that's my sword
Matthew 12 so I don't talk
John 19's why I never got caught
Call me
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
on the Tennessee Stud
I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
Then I rode away
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
I dreamed about that girl who's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go home
for Herodias' sake, his brother Philip's wife: for he had married her.
For John had said unto Herod, It is not lawful for thee to have thy brother's
getting scary for y'all niggaz now) what's good
There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly
Don't try to pass me by, like you do them other guys
But more with Gary Tyler's life
I got a letter from
His mother, said, "Please
Say something to my son!"
Truth is: Angola, Louisiana, you're the one
Tomorrow when I wake up I'm finding my brother
And making him take me back down to the water
That lake where we sailed and laughed with our father
Tomorrow when I wake up I'm finding my brother
And making him take me back down to the water
That lake where we sailed and laughed with our father
Hardy get away
John Hardy ran for the Mississippi bridge
Running and hoping to be free
c deputy was waiting and he grabbed him by the arm
Saying
Big poppa Lae I’m a big stepper
Glock on my hip 'cause I know better
Pocket full of money I’m a big spender
Feel like Barry bonds I’m a big hitter
Now soon I was floating over Highland Avenue
By my side was the Red Cross, the Pope and the President too
Yeah I had returned like I swore I would
I, woke up this morning got ready to roll
Put on my green bomber it was, freezing cold
Applied long johns with Adidas not matching
I called up Jam
the loneliest
Letters from faceless haters
Who'd love to see me swinging in my cell
Why, I never saw a man
Who looked with such a wistful eye
Upon that little
all hard
(We still here, word)
This is for Medgar Evers, Martin
And my brother Malcom
Sometimes we be sittin and
Wishing for another outcome
My head be
oh
At the gas station where I was
Working my brother just got married
And uh he bought a new car and
His wife was having a kid
And all this miserable
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
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