Lyrics:
shot him
Dead, in a puddle of blood he lay,
Another typical day in the streets of L. A.
Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene,
Lady of death comes to me in my sleep
Grant me six wishes but I only need three
Please when the waves come you'll remember me
Please until that fucking
with the burna's holdin' down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said) Me and you are
a gateway to heaven
All the voices I do hear only come from the reverend
Yet the message tainted by the crimson
[Verse 3: SAVE]
She a Primadonna
Wanna be
Uptight, but lazy
Upstanding young lady
You've gone off the rails again
Setting a table for dinner outside
At three in the afternoon
And all holographic stars align
And all holographic stars align
Three unworthy craftsman
Also known as assasins
Dressed as three hoboes
Descend down Lady
Night-Crawler Entertainment
Chapter one, verse one
Gospel of Razah
All my ladies
She was a virgin until she started sleepin' with servants
Now
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins'
sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be
sliding by
But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
Cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in the hood
doobies
Walk in the room like im blue cheese
Along with a couple of few G's
I noticed the ladies ask who he's, they'll loose me
They asking for wada, we
and the Senate debating this issue
And it's, it's really astonishing that in a country founded by immigrants
"Immigrant" has somehow become a bad word
So
you know this lady never kneels
Red for the heartache and blood shed for thee
White for the stars and stripes and Prince of Peace
Blue skies they
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
[Hook: x 2]
It wasn't for this, it wasn't for that
Ohh, best believe a better world
[Talib Kweli--talking over chorus]
Yes, ladies
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
somehow (2x)
Hey.
Oh the blood of Jesus (repeat 3x)
It washes white as snow
White as snow.
Oh come let us adore Him (3x)
For He alone is worthy (3
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
There's holes inside your sweatshirt
Through your apparel, through your blood, through your bone marrow
Precise with this mic device, slice your pie like
the violence bro
Block my foes in the name of the lord
One By one am full of surprises
Two By 2 that's a silent ride
Three On 3 I've seen that before
Four By 4
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3
QB the whole NYC
We gonna bounce to this
To all my niggaz (yeah yeah)
To all the ladies
Chorus:
Sometimes I wonder
Will a nigga go
sign
Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein
I'm a certified hustler and a G
Trying to metamorphasize a hundred two a hundred three
I'm chasing
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