Lyrics:
wonder if I'm dead or alive
Poor momma can't control me
Quit tryin' to save my soul, I want to roll with my homies
A tickin' timebomb, an't nobody fade
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,
of our lord, eighteen sixty-nine
I lost my dear son to a cave-in at the mine
Yes i know he's gone please
God rest his soul
So many have died trying to
Find
that faith can heal our bodies, minds and souls
Yes, that's what I believe
I believe to my very core
We'll walk again in the sunshine by
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you
ever saw one
There wasn't a nigga on the block late at night not gettin' done
So she begged me not to tell a soul
Then I said of course, cause my dick yo
children
And the old people were smiling
Do you miss me, would you know me at all
If you walked by my house...
Would you smile and turn the corner?
coming to bring the eternal flame
They'll be bringing us all immortality
Holding communion so the world be blessed
My creator my God, lay my soul
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
(Foundation)
Queensbridge Crew, forty busters, shorty busters
Vernon Posse, Good Fellas, you know how that go
My man Ill Will rest in peace forever, God
everything hip hop isn't
My heart and my soul, where hip hop live at
To anyone who's ever said hip hops finished
It can't be dead while I'm still livin' in
Why, why, why
Motivated by family and friends just to name a few
I been stacking loot bills look Jenga blocks
Big cooling playing my playstation
murder murder, my mind state
Preoccupied with homicide, tryin' to survive through this crime rate
Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards
of a thug
Ain't no love if you dream of drus
Hypnotized by this thug living
My decisions got me feeling torn
It's like I'm born in my own prison
Finesse
world needs now is old fashioned love
Play the guitar
Well alright
Well, my old granddaddy, God rest his soul now
Well we had a big long talk
the Lord has to take him, I won't be stung by nobody else
Hmm, where's my stinging snake now?
Hmm, where's my stinging snake now?
I believe to my soul, that
only ride with hustlers, by my side's a hustler
Got the mind of a hustler, soul of a king
You can't drink from this bowl if you wearing my ring
Those
a military mind
May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block
My live mind got me survivin'
Black Flowers have lost their way
They`ve lost their way again
Cursed for their will to dream
Raped by mankind again
Like the auction blocks
ain't nothin', nothin' I cannot do
I'll be so good for you
Don't ask me no questions, I'll tell ya no lies
Use my shoulder to rest on
I will be
I know you don't want me anymore
By the look on your face
They say when it rains it pours
You can tell by my face
Oh and I know
And you know
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
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