Lyrics:
right then got out and hurried in
My mind not on the cold hard facts of life
A stranger stood there laughing by the counter
He said, "I'll take two
and off the molly tab
I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trench coat stupid
The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
My lips are sealed like
off IG, suck a nigga soul
Drake by my side, like a Glock, know he'll never fold
Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes
Lil' bitch still
head
My question get bakin'
And I will be damn if I
Let any motherfucker take it
Mafia! It's lot of us
Touring in the larger bus
Fuck goin' to jail
right then got out and hurried in
My mind not on the cold hard facts of life
A stranger stood there laughing by the counter
He said, "I'll take two
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
Standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye"
Discussing "Story of the Eye"
It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I
put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair
pours the gasoline
I'll fix your meals
I'll fix your meals, while your burns heal!
Find a house you don't have to rebuild
Stone by stone, brick by brick,
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent
The only way to gain approval
Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me
heart
To see her have to wait
And cancel all her plans she made to celebrate
But I can count on her to take it
With a smile and not a frown
She
You said you would wait for me, but something went wrong
The house was empty, your pictures gone
I knew you'd come back one day, our love was so
want me, nigga
I go war with twenty, nigga
In all black, low doubt, like a ninja nigga
I'm in that butler bar spot
By your mama house (Skrrt)
I
The sky is fallin' and the ground is reachin' up
The river's goin' by and the water's gettin' high and I feel like givin' up
Standin' in
again
Until then I'll get by
Somehow I'll get by
I know I'll get by
I take a look around
I see this lonely room
I used to share with you
Now I
'ma take control, take it slow so don't move
It's 'bout to go down so just wait for my cue
House lights go low, spotlight up more
It's time so just sit
I swear by Almighty God
To tell the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
Guns guns
They torture all the women and children
Then they've put
I have to love you
I'm going away, I'm going away
Jesus' coming back to take me by the hand
To lead me to the land, I'm going away
yeah, okay)
Moving like the mafia, but I'm no Michael Corleone
Still'll knock my brother off he ever try and do me wrong
'Cause I gave my all to you,
pressure's blowing up, I can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
One time, the car
Yeah
I gotta take 'em back to the 'Crest man
That's where all this shit started at, you namsayin'
Stop sign shit, namean
Hallway shit
Dice
a house in the hills
You're payin' everyone's bills
And they tell you that you're gonna go far
But in the back of my mind
I hear it time after time
"Is
your meals
while your burns heal!
Find a house you don't have to rebuild
Stone by stone, brick by brick, nail by nail my father never meant to leave me
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
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