Lyrics:
road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, 'cause
(They say kings never die
Just ask Jam Master Jay, they
Just grow wings and they fly, so
of the blues
Some people go to school to try and learn their trade
Yes, but I'm a lover, a lover by nature
That's why I know, I know, I know I've got it made
The final price paid by His life amazing grace
So we pray tonight, that you don't get weak
And please pray that I, don't forget what I believe
'Cause these
they understand
What it takes to be this man
What life takes but I still stand
When life breaks I will
Plan for greatness
If a god listens in a magical
work, work for the working man
Work, work, working man
Empty pockets, full of worries
I had to get two jobs and it was hard enough getting by
But
They busy on the whole block
Instead of checking me get checked by a doc
(Oh Gawd)
They community cookie
Keep it in the jar when they hard play hookie
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lyin' here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all
They say, "All's well that ends well," but I'm in a new hell
Every
clfredo is afraid
Of these changes that are made
That make it more unlikely for a white boy to get paid
clfredo is afraid
Grandpa, he got laid
By
out of line
And I get caught by her, get
Caught by her, lucky me, yeah?
'Cause now I've loved a few
That's why they call me
Call me "good old dude"
friend showed up at the door
The mile posts flying by
He said come on, I said what for
He said I'll show you why
I got a call from north of here
They
on the path of the straight
A safe place, for the young to come outside they want to play
I let their mommas know that they ok
And when y'all pray, I'll respond
at me
They can't tell this connectin' me, it's affectin' me
Hide that well, they'll write checks to me, but don't check on me
By myself, always
to cake but never lacking don't like bitches cause they average
Fuck the bank I love the mattress we ot in that gt you know I stabbed it
Why you niggas
the call you've got to get it underway
Word up (up, up), it's the code word
No matter where you say it, you know that you'll be heard
Now all you sucker
There he goes talking in his sleep
By and by
He will connive does he know
He's talking in his sleep
Adultery that's what the call it
When you're married
x2]
[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
Oh, why must we try? Is it really so rough
That we must always call each other's Billy Goat's Gruff
Try to pull each other's legs, until the other
Why the long face, why the tears
Why the suitcase after all these years
Can't we talk about it
Is it something that I said
Maybe if I held you
If
your pray, oh
No other name that put's joy where there is pain
He will do it for you but first you got to know it's by God
It's by God's grace,
All
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
empty halls
Why have a ballroom with no balls?
Finally they're opening up the gates
There'll be actual real live people
It'll be totally strange
Kisses don't
No they don't
Never don't lie
You can run if you want but you can't hide
Telling you its the truth don't you ask why
Kisses don't
shift
And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
Now I know why they call it blue moon (yeah)
Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga
I'm back
the Nine's flow so
So by jokes you know??
Couldn't see me with bi-focals
I'm top dog, something like a CEO
I'm calling shots, call it Don Julio
But they don't
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