Lyrics:
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
victims are my prey
The number 4 was an easy score
Number 3 lived next door
Fourteen days and fourteen lives
Random victims are my prey
Number 2 was
gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I hear
the Spirit
The Father the Son the Spirit
The Father the Son the Spirit
The Father the Son the Spirit
The Father the Son the Holy Spirit
Dwelling in the three
and I’ll be with you
The voice of my father. From fathers of history
The voice of my father
It is here in me
The doors of heaven might be closed for both me
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
She said ""Im sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore""
My father's house shines hard and bright It stands like a beacon calling me in
shame
Out on the street tryin' to play the game
Formally an in-mate straight from upstate
Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late
He's
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't
split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4
(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three
every door repelled alas!
As long foretold, their refuge all
Was but an humble ox's stall.
There were three wise men from afar
Directed by
when you see me, see you
And I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
Looking
the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run
Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting
Some nigga got,
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
eet to Jeremiah 33 vs 3
What else can I ask yu Father, suh I go down my knees and I say
Father God, help mi
This is my prayer
Protect mi from my
are tired of this new world
I don't want to be here
$uicide, $uicide, my end
$uicide, $uicide, my end
You can feel the bullets from my steel son
out right here, son
We about to move to make you feel some
A lot of positive vibrations to build from
Cause all I wanna do is lose some and win some
They say, "give yourself a chance son, don't let life pass you by".
But the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongest survive,
It's a dog
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