Lyrics:
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
the 9 Side (side)
We live the high life (life)
Black tints that's a drive by (by)
5 goons that's a drive by
Nigga no lie-ie-ie
Whine it up, whine
remind me of Halle
But she love to roll reefer drop a Chevrolet with Rallys
Shorty used to live in Cali, now she in Atlanta
Say she love my country grammar
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
the state hates on me
I’m tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I’m runnin’)
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people
and I'm gonna be waitin' on em by myself with my pistols with me
ain't nann nigga gon' ride, like I'm gon' ride for me
and ain't nann nigga gon die, like
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
start to catch up to my past
Cause I stop dead center of the road (what?)
Singing George Jones, when I crashed at the light
Staring at my truck like I
Id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll
But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
(mike Jones) but
about changes and it's about time
It's about peace and it's about plenty and it's about time
It's about you and me together and it's about time
Words by
with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
and Delaware
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish
Philly never scared and them niggas ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
on me no liar
I'm your 23 your Scottie
Don't have to feel like you're all alone
My love runs deep like a baritone
Like Tammy Wynette and George Jones
of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took
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