Lyrics:
She said ""Im sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore""
My father's house shines hard and bright It stands like a beacon calling me in
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
grace, we are led by Your Spirit
You have redeemed us by the blood of Your Son
Send down Your Word; we are eager to hear it
Ready our hearts to carry Your
I believe this world we live in
Is like a big blue door
That we come in to and then we pass through
Like so many have done before
And I believe
three.
One is for the Father, and two is for the Son.
Three is for the Holy Ghost, and how they are but one.
They ride along beside me, my sin has been
waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies
Son he smokin' that shit, I can see it in his eyes
Comin' up Wise, and locs is close
And locs ride
I'm runnin' late as usual
The list is by the door
I can't remember everything
That's what the list is for
But there's more to life
Than bills I've
Before the world was made
In perfect communion
Dwelt Father, Son, and Spirit
The blessed Three in One
The heavens and the earth
Through His own Word
on the telephone say her honey Jerry's all alone
By the time I count from one to four I hear her on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down when there ain't
Oh, would her son grow to know his father
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right now
What will it be
I don't
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3x krazy young player about the scrill
In this
I have a tale to tell
I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air
Trying to release my fathers hands from my throat
I looked into his eyes
the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run
Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting
Some nigga got,
it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door
And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga
But hold up, the plot gets thicker
He said, jay's a trick ass
dropped down one by one"
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he
the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed
Upside-down the engine turned, poor Georgie's breast it smashed
His head was against the firebox door
As they led me out of the door
And the judge said, "this isn't a court of justice, son
This is a court of law."
They first sent me to Windsor
And then
starve 'cause momma can't be found
Sister lives alone, bolts and chains the door at night
Never ever walks an alley or a shorter way
See how the world
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
starve 'cause momma can't be found
Sister lives alone, bolts and chains the door at night
Never ever walks an alley or a shorter way
See how the world
on me when they wed
I'm like a member of the family
Three generations, you've handed me down
I'm in the drawer by your bed
Still the book you never
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
victims are my prey
The number 4 was an easy score
Number 3 lived next door
Fourteen days and fourteen lives
Random victims are my prey
Number 2 was
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