Lyrics:
live by blacks
They depress the asset and
Take the property back
It’s a ruthless but a genius plan in fact
So now we fighting over scraps
Crabs in
gotta know what you mean to me
I'm going
Home
Never knew how to live but I'm learning to die
When my soul is set free and captivated by blindin' light
I
You don't have to take
Oh, LSD
To see the beauty in humanity
And you feel so right in your skin
Don't act like a stupid monkey
Biting for the world
dirt
It's easy not to base our lives
On how much we can scam
And you know
It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs
I'm thankful I live in
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just
now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
Somethin' better off
For shit that I painted, the shit that they see
For shit that I live
really where I made my home?
How could this be the mold that I came from?
Oh God
If you're still listening, know I'm still by Your side
I still love You
How we been through all this ups and downs and I was to blind to see
But now my visions better and I'm writing you this letter
By the time you get
God-damn shirt up, that's
love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your
home
Wherever you lay yo' God-damn Kangol down
kinda soft and
If you touch, you livin in a coffin(word to mother)
I'm in the 90s, your still in the 80s right
I rock the mic, they say I'm not lady
from the grave,
how much time will it take me?
Right now, my brain is starting to feel like a
home run by Miss Harley Quinn
At the end I was shaken
typical. That's why I live alone.
Kermit: You do, huh?
Rowlf: You bet. I finish work, I go home, read a book, have a couple of
beers, take myself for a walk,
promise you can stay where you at
Hip-hop ain't been the same since they killed Tupac
I be rolling by my lonely, cooling with the mob
Sliding with the gang,
gettin caught with bricks but
Still reaching the settlement
Niggas a get a one to three
And come home in twelve months
Run up and take a niggas shit
"lights off shit coming at you live and on fire
Kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill"
You know southern california be home of the highest
Between
laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother
this
Take my hand and bring me home
I will be better when you save me
Try face my date throught the fact of life
Give me a reason to live my life
And joy
The beats got iller, but the sickness was still there
I'm wishin', I could wheel him out of his wheelchair
It was hard for me to come home every day
And see
when I'm old and gray
I'll have something they can't take away
Every single day
I'll still get home from work and play
This old beat up six string
Is
shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them playboy rings
My mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back
Instagram
But back home you're just another lonely spinster
Every Friday you dey do giveaway
But real life your mama still dey owe minister Haba
Table Shaker
an answer
I take it that you sent me this note (what's all this nonsense?)
Of course not
Don't look at us (she's not with you then?)
Of course not (we're
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
.jpg/220px-Take_Me_Home_(PC).jpg "if u take me home.")
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