Lyrics:
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it
Ball so hard better pass rock to me
Reagan y'all god
I sob cause it coulda been crack rock on me
While I sit back and smoke on tree
For niggas locked
Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for
can't live without you in my arms
I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry I'm not enough
I cry out, cry out, cry out why can't you take me
All I have is love to soothe
it's on my lap I ain't putting it in the trunk
It's equipped on my hip when I hop out in the slums
Hit his ass with the 5th look like he getting krunk
to ever die
Live it up, will the sun
Ever shine it's light on us
We never shine as bright
In the night
Daylight man
All the seasons seem to pass
All
thought I was going nowhere fast
This is how it all begins
Must be the place where my faith comes in
On a whim
At times I'm saddled by this nagging doubt
this is heaven
(This is heaven)
You knowing like when pizza come around it's sudden need to take the Crown well here's a lesson
Don't ever let nobody try
I feel
I feel, I I
I got the power
Ooh, power
I feel the power
Power
Take a deep breath, I'm jumping in
This is where you end and I begin
Here we are, together
And everything between us is good
I'm right here in this cloud, baby
Ready to fly but before I take
Another step
Would you
got up and asked for his name
"But that don't matter, " he said
"cause it's all the same"
He said, "Can I take you home
Where we can be alone?"
And next
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk beside the pony, daddy, it's my first ride"
"I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried"
the reppin'
Shoot a Mac .11, take a boat rise on the jet
And do a chapter seven, chapter eleven
Session for session, foot in your ass like lederhosen
eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes
Yo Brooklyn, yo Bronx, Manhattan, yo Queens
Staten Island, yo Jersey and everywhere in between
to get all of this off my mind
So take me to hell, we hope to see you in time
Heaven has our freedom?
Then hell must be where we from
Trapped is how
by dipping the bat
In a series of pain
After a 6 hundred packs of cigeretts
The animal seems to exhibit some
I said orally oMG I'm reading by my
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
come back to be
Take my hand in yours and put your trust in me
Don't you worry coz I tell you all the time that
You are my resting place, coz I feel it
seven)
All you feel is joy when you in His presence
(In His presence)
Glory Hallelujah, finna Lift my voice
(Lift my voice)
It's a celebration, let us all
Is it Nero or is it Paul
From where my apple falls
The paths of old and forgotten truths told
Old world art in plain sight hidden from your modern
Murder in the front row
Crowd begins to bang
And there's blood upon the stage
Bang you head against the stage
And metal takes its price
Bonded by
It's Flexon From Heaven
RX, Yeah
(It's Flexon From Heaven)
When you tell me "I love you"
Girl it splits me in two, Cause I know it's not true
And I
please don't you cry
Hold you till the dawn
Just water falling down
The orange in the sun
Never makes a sound
As it shines all around
Take away all
my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all
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