Lyrics:
I had this subconscious fear
Of being left to take care of 3 daughters
On my own like momma did
Of having my kid sit down
On the couch to my right
ninja like very quickly, hey
by the time you feel it I'm like 3 blocks away
I stabbed the newspaper guy and took his little truck
now I stab people
coming through the door
Is a man you know not to fuck with
Dark brown eyes you never seen him smile
If you did it was with your last breath
You can't knock
a porcupine how sharp am I?
But niggas wanna bring out the dark in I
But me I'm so bright I keep walking by
Keep barking hater yeah ya talk a lot but me
I'm
shit in Philly
I'm down with the 215, nuff respect
Fucks with Bonafide Blog and my man Side Effect
I'm ATX to the bone 2-3 certified
From the ville
by a bee
I lost my wallet and my car keys too
And to make matters worse, I'm coming down with the flu
Somebody get my mom cause i think something's
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
For peace to steal me away
Washed in the river
Swept away
Found another shape to be today
And you come in come on
Coming up for me
I'm looking out
solid since a toddler, I won't never change
Hammy downs in the closet, now we on to better things
Banging on the door, I'm coming for it, standing on ten
One, two
We coming for you
Three, four
We kicking down yo door
Five, six
We lay you on yo shit
Seven, eight
We got yo ass straight
We robbin (we
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
lightning
Shocking to the touch
You were my private lightning
We're long out of luck
Three days and four months later
Gunned down by the elevator
In
I can't reach out when you're lacking trust
I run too fast but I don't feel just to be going
Smitten by lust lovesick and dry
Dark, dark nights in
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
living in a shed
When does the economy trickle down
Through the corrugated roof above your head?
He's the only president other than Herbert Hoover
Who
My old man says he's moving on; the house is up for sale
His bags are packed, it's time at last to hit the dusty trail
He's coming out to Colorado,
And step em when K- Rocin
don't fuck with dis, see
See if you wit me
if you wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that
a Stethoscope
That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street
(I'm a motherfucking beast)
I'm a motherfucking beast right
Keep it three
You're waiting at my door
And I can't, I can't
Get out of the car
You are the number I took out of my phone
But I still know by heart
I wish these thoughts
of a three-time divorcee
Carried you home down through the subway
Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls like paint
Borrowed Gods been rubbing
life through (that's right)
He's been walking through the rain (rain)
Until that day he run for you (uh huh, uh huh)
And the sun came pouring down
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
The transport's out
The Rebels safe
The walker's down
We've made our escape
CHORUS 1
It's a dark time for the rebellion
It's a dark time for light side
We've gotta
in God's eyes then just know honey I am going down
Down where the stairs don't end until you reach the red door to the darkest bar
Down where
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