Lyrics:
[ Hell Razah ]
Your not promised tomorrow
( You know what I'm sayin )
We are livin by the bottle
( The pages of life turn every day )
Be careful
to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues
Here's a hundred dollars, go buy some new
be near her
Imagine what it's like for you to hear that
I am not the one who hurt you
Why do I even have to tell you
You're going through things I'm
something
Made By OGs we got this shit jumping
Started on Randall Court but we here now
Business meeting on a Tuesday at the Pier now
Used to rock Ralph in
of the soldiers no
Don't be scared of my homies
I'll beat your ass by myself
They just out here rooting for me so
Anybody got a problem
Speak up now or just
Everything going round
Cycle played us
She got black she got white what you want
Imma genius
And I don't take pills
But
I know
You love them thrills
But I know
impunity
& we was soon to be targeted
For what was marketed
& sold to us by us.
By “us” i mean u.s., & lest i be unclear,
Objects in the mirror may be
the rules and regulations, was remade by the son (Get the scriptures!)
If you couldn't grasp reading, you going say that's it's dumb
Matter fact, if Holy
First and foremost let's get this from the gutter
I was mentored by the G's and a sucker, ain't nann one of them
Taught me how to get it, push for
nothing changed pe we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to save you
Yo it's going down baby it's going down family
That's my word we
people, for trust, for justice important
But nah, not gonna happen
That's the power of badge
Try to pull yourself up by the bootstraps
This is what we call
There ain't too many
Words I could write that could say
Just what's on my mind and in my heart
Seriously
We're the real deal here
Even if we wouldn't be
at the door way And if by 9 o'clock we still ain't done
Then I dont know
Cause I'm not going home And by 10 o'clock
We back to back
I'm on that ass
Yeah we
going through it dog not by yourself oh
You be for real and they be all for show oh
Some hunnits forsho the fit it barely go it cost
The shit already
No
Yo, Here We Go
This song ain’t gonna write itself
This posse got it going on like no one else
We landed by Jet at LAX
Got off the plane onto
hearing me vent
You bet I'll be here for a bit, and it's only ten
Bass on eleven
I'm taking it personal
I'll be the worst to you
Heard what I said
I'm
going insane with shame
I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again
With what I call a farmer's swain
Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's
years old)
Unaccompanied by adults and a neglected dog
In the basement (In the basement)
I came back in the house and did what I came here to do
Dove
What you wanna say is thanks
But don’t mention
Your pleasure your pleasure
Is all I’m here for so therefore
No measure of wetin I fit do for you
Baby
The nights are long
The pain is deep
Everyone tells me to be strong
They don't hear what I hear in my sleep
But I don't close my eyes before 3 Am
Bed oh to the bed
Bed are we ever going
Are we ever going
When I see your face I
Won't know what to say
So maybe it's a sign
That we shouldn't
own somehow you think you can make it on
But you're never going home
But you can't stay here anymore
The s**t I have heard about you lately I found out
fifty shine
I hope you find a love that's right
While you pass me by
I think, hey, what's wrong with me
As we lie here, lie
I think, hey, what
I'm back back going like I never never left
Plus the boy right here I'm fresh to death (whoo)
Chris Jones on my feet see I can't fall from Suzuki
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