Lyrics:
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I
and I unburdend by heartaches and the pain
Now we face the choice to change our hearts or simply hang it up
What if Love Hangs on to Us?
What if Love
pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn
Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
we're blind
When life is much too beautiful to bear
I still feel pain of it in there
And as I walk across the endless sky
There's nothing good about
thoughts that's insane
Whether the pen or steel, you gonna feel the pain
I reign, just like a storm droppin bombs
If you wanna get it on, let's get it
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
my all
Kind woman, nothing more
Little drops of rain whisper of the pain
Tears of loves lost in the days gone by
My love is strong, with you
to kill the mobs by this server
At least they all know all they hear comes from a world
Oh, I know how to fly up off the ground
And ever since the new
do without your chains
We can do without the massacres
The sorrow and the pain
So welcome to Gadigal land
Wenyo wenyo wenyo!
Welcome
we know, how the heartaches come and go)
You'll be dancing once again (you'll be dancing once again)
And the pain will end (and all the pain you take
and we color 'em dead
Dead, dying, getting smoked like part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral
[J-Dee (Lench Mob
before the gain
Vacant Lot will keep it hot
'cause we the future of this game
[Big Stan]
Coke game to sober
We takin rap over
Either roll
mistakes
"Don't you know we're only human?" That's what I heard you say
When I heard those words, I knew them, oh, I could feel your pain
'Cause I have
niggas missin' screws
All they know is shoot
He a killer but is aim off
So we must recruit
That nigga try me and mob, bitch I'm tyin' boots, yeah
They
chances of losing is slim.
Y'all talk that smack but copy-cat and do a movie like him.
Yes sir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid.
We
rope suddenly
Falls harmlessly - the PHANTOM has
Burnt the thread by which the noose was held
Resigned, he addresses RAOUL
As we hear the offstage voices
trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off
We gone spin that block when
It’s time to spin
Real get money mob
You niggas counterfeit
We gone spin the block
When its time to spin
Real get money
turns to pain
When all of the madness falls like rain
As long as we crash and we collide
We will be gorgeous, you and I
Through the window pane,
Through
we'll make it
Pain it will make it break you
I won't let them take you
You are forever in my heart
I tend to talk last but shoot first
I can tell by your
Freddy)
Hit me on the first when your mail has come
And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin' (to the mall or somethin')
Heavy ass shit for the mob
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
than the
Dollar bills in your salaries
Snapin' these bitches into reality
Cryin' and pain, blind by the chain
Niggas can't deny the reign
It's a shame
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