Lyrics:
help us now
Door shut left me cold here, gone one and done
Try to bargain with them all but a shivering won
Kept some soul in the pocket with a gold
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
yeah
Soap on the fit cause that shit was clean
I'm getting racks by any means
This a fat backwood not no game green
It's a whole lot of racks inside
thee,
not overturned, but returned at last to this place.
Oh blister me, blister you,
but not many now, too few by far for solace.
See the marks? See
that life is and every
Opportunity it gives us
Let us live for those who live no more
Let us live to honor them
numbers in a bucket
Gives us a quick swish and wash off the lucky
Now how about this shit its bout to get ugly
When they tell us that we can not move
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
phones sleeping all cozy and safe in their
Homes at peace with their wrongs cause
They get to pull it and buss when they want give
Us commands show me your
The announcement said ‘Don’t set yourself on
Fire to keep others warm’
The safety dance was underperformed
They looked at our hands to write a song
To save us all
chase the flame
Chains that bound us, we've shed them clean. In triumph's echo, we find our dream
Fierce and free, breaking through the dark. With
love make it clean
In this world so cold and dark
Gotta light the fire leave a mark
God is greater God is greater
He's the one who lifts us higher
No
He gives the deaf man hearing and the blind man sight
Repent and turn back to God
Make it right with God
If it's in your heart
You'll get a fresh
in your eyes
Clean, sincere, full of light
Now I'm sure, thanks for saving me
And this time, we're gonna fight
I hold your hand, I'll never let you
Oh, let me apply the pressure, ayy
Start off 'fore we end up gettin' march on
Your mark, get set, ready, gunshot
I put my hands in the air so you
thinkin' and then if I changed my daily thang,
Nigga don't hand with them phony busta niggas,
Only roll with thugstas, killas, Pick up me gun and me stick
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin
Hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have
the unconditional love between us, I feel like the Mona Lisa
Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his insurance
I learned just how people are quick to turn
We believe in the fight to the finish
We desire the almighty dollar
The pound of flesh, the golden collar
Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs
The way we really doing it, these motherfuckers probably wouldn't believe us
Flipmode Squad by all means, a pledge of allegiance
With the great feeling
bags, we shoot bags to the sticks
V called home from jail, it's a hundred for a 10th
Mark come home in 2020 so I set aside an M
You gon' hear a lot
a life of give and take
Day by day we don't control where it leads us
If we compare the first day we met
I must admit nothing's changed
I recognise
this system aint for us by us
We must put our own interest first black dollar goes to black business wanna see
My people winning god’s my witness give
survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated,
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