Lyrics:
do
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
You only been involved in domestic violence
Nigga, I chase Remis with Long Islands
Catch us
and puffin reefa
This universe of Black Thought that I can teach ya
I'm tryin to touch ya only if I can reach ya
I hit this kid I sign up on his beepa
Have you ever wanted love and loved wanting?
Have you ever had somebody reach for you?
Jesus, take me by the hand
And make my dead meat like new
MY MIND
there's A SAD COLLABORATION OF CLASSIC HESITATION
I'm A FOOL DRAWN TO A FOOL LED BY THE FOOL
SAID I'm A FOOL DRAWN TO A FOOL LED BY THE FOOL
to have you here by my side
I'm just tryin' to pull you in
All I want is to have you here by my side
I'm just tryin' to pull you in
The air so cold, my
niggas somethin to hold
This product not to be sold
Know you can't cook it over a stove
You can flip it and come back with a mitt
Don't make me reach
do
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
You only been involved in domestic violence
Nigga, I chase Remis with Long Islands
Catch us
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
to kill you and advance to
The winner's throne, cause I own you once you step in the arena
In the arenak, or rather coliseum
There's people gatherin by
of confusion
'Cause the one you love no longer sleeps by your side
I try to make you understand what's the problem
But I can't reach it like I used to
And I
la;Sing toora loora loora la, give the child a
jar of porter When I am dead and in my grave, I hope
for me a prayer you'll sayAnd as you're passing
by
are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!
Verse One: Styles Paniro
I lick shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach
I see ya sad
Can't stand to see ya hustle doin bad
But you can't win when your will is weak
When you're knocked on the ground
Evil, don't you test me
the things of a two-time loser
Tryin' to hold on, faith is gone
It's just another sad song
I think I'd better let it go (what you say about it?)
Looks
Hello?
It's Too Short baby wassup
Hhmmm mmmm, you tell me
Shit, I'm comin out that way tonight, I'm tryin ta get with you
Oh, really?
You know I
and the bruises
Of all the things of a two-time loser
Tryin' to hold on, faith is gone
It's just another sad song
I think I'd better let it go (What you say
thinkin' fuck you pay me
You got the money you can beat the case like Casey
Just like Brenda, Casey had a baby
Yeah, just another sad case see
The world
a nigga reach his gold man
You hand him a case for easing out the dope game
And I'm
Watching us unfold with the times
He don't really want a nigga to climb
Sometimes you can be like a stranger
In moments when you're so far away
In the night when I reach out to hold you
You just turn away, why do
by substances
It's sad, so sad
To reach out my hand
Sell what I have
Back to the natural order of things
Reach out my hand
Ask for some help
Reach out
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
these hoes what you learn, this is free for ya
Kush got a triple action on some smoky shit
Long dick reach deep down, in fallopian
Half Brazilian her
Hello?
It's Too Short baby wassup
Hhmmm mmmm, you tell me
Shit, I'm comin out that way tonight, I'm tryin ta get with you
Oh, really?
You know I
don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
Just keep marchin', 'til we reach Congress
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take
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