Lyrics:
the Hennessey
I'm kicking back like I'm on the field in the Wembley
I got one now, but I'm making more of these masterpieces
I make 'em 'cuz my heart and arteries
first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His
bitch[00:30.84]Uh, I'm a leo but be howling like the wolves[00:33.51]Not from chicago but pit you up against some bulls[00:35.86]I don't breed them to fight but I
you got moxie and a broken nose
You take em away from this prose
Sometimes a blow job's not enough
Why can't you play
A little less rough
Can we,
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
Got this feelin' that I'm losing my mind
Only thing ever wasting is time
I don't wanna lose another
Not mine
from my sword
And slide it in my belt
This is the sweetest of rewards
The best rush I have felt
Ten men are dead by my feet
I smell their steaming
I thought I told you, I live by my own rules
Trunk filthy so I'm friendly at the tollbooth
I thought I told you, Moony movin' old school
So talkin'
from the golden era, duckin' bullets and slugs
Meltin' ice cream mugs, EPMD the niggaz you love
New York Vice, tight like Crockett and Tubbs
Rarely
my god from what's been dealt
The flies that flutter fight tonight
(From hell or does come it from within?)
Is it love that I'm feeling or is this
fun is fun
And we don't need anyone to
Show us how it's done never
I'm not going to live by rules
I will never be your fool
Because I know I've got
the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by
guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't play us
I live the life of a rida, I'm a soldier to the end
From the streets to the hood
Dead birds in my heart
Fall from the sky, bloody rain
How long has the disease taken away
People who did not give up today
The sky turns black
And I
well, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long money, nigga try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Hangman, hanging by a thread
Got me, got me seeing red
Gunshots, leaving me for dead
Secrets scream out from the grave
Warned you, this is your
we last it
Underground in they casket? Ancestors turning
I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazareth
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So
my god from what's been dealt
The flies that flutter fight tonight
(From hell or does come it from within?)
Is it love that I'm feeling or is this
everything, point him out and then he dead
Shootin' up where his granny live, "blaow, blaow!", his granny duck
He don't give a fuck, he's on Henny and Xanny'd
and blood
Our beliefs
Deciding our own fate
Dancing little sparks of light
Lost from the wind of the storm
I should be dead but I am not
Instead, I'm living
go from anywhere with you being home to sleepin' here and feeling alone?[00:19.65]We watched our love just disappear[00:23.51]Yeah, yeah[00:25.56]You
Walks’
For many years, these ain't rhymes these
Is muthaf-cking tears
They playin’ wit niggas careers
Felt like I’m the only real nigga here
From my last
I'm singing my say
He said I love you but I do not like your lowdown ways.
Well, John Henry went to a conjuring woman
Said this misery ain't no way
nigga robbed you
Told you not to fuck with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
Bitch, I'm havin' money
beyond my claim
When the land is seized in the people's name by
Evil men who rob and maim. If war is hell, I'm not to blame!
Why, you can't blame me, I'm
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