Lyrics:
what the dope dealers got
We should take their lives in return of the black babies
Babies born dead cause their mother's on crack
? baby ? profit, gee
is survivin'
Your realistical leads, day by day I'm dyin'
Say I was gone, but rhymin', I didn't do 'em
Make sure the coffin is closed, 'cause I be
lives
I wonder if we can do it again
How many would be alive
Ayo I've been through the fire try to take His name higher
God be the truth and every man be
to talk
To that little bit of Elvis inside of you
Talk to it!
Call it up!
Say "Elvis, heal me!"
"Save me, Elvis!"
"Make me be born again
in
Ripped through scenes in my life like old flicks
My body lit
Spit flow into piles
Gave birth to styles
Inflict scripts pre-flipped
By my lips in the cell
whip
Trippin' ore' their lip
Flippin' off their lid when I'm steppin' out
You should never doubt, got the mega clout
Bars heavyweight, born in 88'
What it is shawty? Can I roll good?
See you impressed by the game like ya s'pose to
You see rap stars with cars and black cards
All you get is convos,
do you call when the gang wears blue
I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man
My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger
I'm
different and he knew it.
He often told me when I was born an angel flew over
my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said
"You shall be the one."
been born and I'm a live long
And I'm a be gettin' it on till I'm gone
Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on
I took
All these Black Queens
Should never be behind the scenes
You are God's gift straight from the motherland
Queens of nations she don't need no other man
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By: Luvinnia Flowers
The hate be real and the love be fake
From you they just
Take
Take
Take
The hate be real and the love be fake
From
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
times three
Gotta change my sheets cause your girl got too excited by the sight of me
Now she wanna make a DVD
Wait, no cap I ain't got time for that
the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these
the world, I got girls and I got hoes
I got money and some nice clothes
But it wasn’t by choice, born into a good fam
Yet I’m living without my old man
the world, I got girls and I got hoes
I got money and some nice clothes
But it wasn’t by choice, born into a good fam
Yet I’m living without my old man
you'd do me too
I'll be me, my nigga, you be you
I guess that men can be groupies too
Recognize a winner, live like a born sinner
Catered dinners,
Tell me what you think
I say give me another brick
Unaffected by what you say
This beat got me feeling sick
Loose lips on this ship, sink
Don't
visionary man
How I could take a simple truth
and make it hard to understand
There'll be a special on PBS
and a chair at LSU
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
one round always on the come up
I be in the sky so high
Started underground so low
Everybody ask me why
Tell 'em I really don't know
Maybe I was born
one round always on the come up
I be in the sky so high
Started underground so low
Everybody ask me why
Tell 'em i really dont know
Maybe i was born
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