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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
Father was working hard
Standing beneath the oak tree by the front door
You were inside baking bread
Sister came out and put her arms around me
Blood
you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"
And this small box that we are
the projects and everybody flies private
New watches, you know what time it is, watch us
They can't stop us, the prophets, biatches!
No one man should have
you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do
So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always
a bitch nigga he ran
We got this shit like Iran
Got a C4, ima run
And it's a 12, leave him by the gun
These bitches dumb, thinking I'm the one
Bullets finna
shit on my own
Picture me fake, picture me snake
Picture me smoking a wood by the lake
Picture me not being one of the greats
Picture me not saying fuck
the world
I applaud you
I know can't nothing can't erase the pain we caused you
I'm sorry sister for all the times we used you
Hurt you, beat you up, bad
was your name
And after that we got to know each other and hang out
The time pass know each other what we're about
William the oldest child and he has
[B-Real]
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us
KRS-One, he's down with us
The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us
Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us
and Yellow outfit on
You look like a Fruit Loop
My insides turn more purple every
Time I pour Wockhardt deuce
Blocked this one nigga
He was hatin' on my
screamin for help[00:36.47]He won't show that he's leavin from hell[00:39.40]Last time i went for a sunday sermon[00:41.21]The choir didn't sing like
a Kwik Trip spicy chicken sandwich right now
Every time a homie see Kermode Zay they be like wow
He be ballin'
Ring ring, the money calling
Bling bling,
Another bundle comes along
But by this time something's gone wrong
Awake all night deprived of sleep
It's overload they're in too deep then...
She
their nature, I guess
My expectation's far-fetched. I'm motivated by seeing major success
cnd that includes to others, all my music brothers and sisters
pops wanna spite us
But he can't help but like us
Moms bump the album in the kitchen while she cookin'
Them pies up
Tell me who you ever seen with
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Play on
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots between three and four
He aims
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
enough
Even though at times it seemed
We were more like enemies
I'd do it all again
My sister, my friend
Oh, my sister, my friend.
nine
that I used when he thought I copped it and popped it at the same time
Shit, carry tools, you gotta
The streets is over-populated with niggaz who
Back when Eisenhower was the President
Golf courses was where most of
His time was spent
So I never really listened to
What the President said
, and he's a bigger nigga
He ain't nothin if he gotta hit, pick a
Innocent victim three times smaller in size
Head honcho, macho in whose eyes?
Only a fool
you hear the album
He-he-hey
I like to give a shout to my son [Name]
And ?? to Eric the Wiz
Cavalier
Of course Cavalier, it's his album
[Name]
My man
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