Lyrics:
out of the poison
Every waking day
Intolerance to overcome
Fortunes won by the boys with the guns
We are alone
Nowhere to run
Bernadette
You
I'm to fuckin sick, I don't give a fuck
Much love goin out to a couple of homies of mine
By the name of CG, my home boy Pistol Pete
My other homie
stop
Control, to get what I want
Control, I like to have a lot
Control, now I'm all grown up
First time I fell in love, I didn't know what hit me
out the hood" is what some people say
But I love it to much to ever keep away
Beautiful brown people in the streets today
Who show me love when I'm
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Words & Music by Michael Jahnz
Copyright, ©1992 MEJ Music
I'm caught in a cross-fire
from the miles
my head
Caught me by the collar at the graveside
'Neath a sky of royal blue
Like you're sayin', "I'm here now"
Lovin' thoughts livin' in my young
virus, hope my sisters catch no feelings
Keep them niggas out your business, help your niggas run a business
These niggas swear they gods but know
on the blocks here
When them ambushes hit us
And please don't think
Just cause you bought some fatigues
And run around with your little guns
Playing war
can't slow me down
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Shorty for real, shorty better show me now
I can't be savin' all my love for you (for you)
Try to be
the t-shirts
Should've run it by me first
Is your back sore?
I bet your knees hurt
Is this another publicity stunt?
Thought you were rowdy
Thought you were
the t-shirts
Should've run it by me first
Is your back sore?
I bet your knees hurt
Is this another publicity stunt?
Thought you were rowdy
Thought you were
to run
Don't bring your poison to my door
Blind with a notion
And rotted at the core
It's all wasted down you go
A single shot and now you know
The light
my plight
Don't ask me what it means
My blessing and my bane
It calls me out by name
Carving out new windows
So many windows
They leave me naked here
asks me for a verse again, it'll be my hardest one yet
Then I was out in Accra
Media run for my album, it's turnin' into a mess
If you turned in you
gonna let you
Ghost for a whole week
Thought I really want your love
But you don't know me
Text you all damn night, hour unholy
I couldn't get a second
niggas fell off track
I love my label they helped me run
Laps on them niggas, now bitch
Look where we at
I'ma keep sellin' out shows on my own
So I can
you, you
To get you back, It's a mountain to climb
I can't win, I'm losing my mind
Don't say I've run out of time
Please, girl, don't say goodbye
love my Glock
I call it Allstate
40 in his mouth like Colgate
Ride with a draco like it's my soulmate
Light him up take him out like this a probate
How
Special shout-out to the whole, whole, whole
West side 6, 7, 8, 9 It go
We used to run streets now they just ours
My luck has been good we made it
long loves passed me by
Don’t walk away, just give me a try
Turn the key and you’ll be fine
Step on the gas and I’ll call you mine
Don’t look back,
Almost by accident, I have become rich
Through continued reward for skilled labor in the private sector
And a genuine lack of interest in expensive
yet so whole.
I reach out for your breasts,
but they are rock-worn by our passing.
You gasp at my coldness,
but it is the black crow that I see rising
deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem
We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em
R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't fuck the same
side of goodbye
I'll just stand aside
And stay out of your way
And pretend I don't miss you more everyday
I'll put on a smile
Until you pass by
When
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