Lyrics:
life will put you in a crazy world
Just by knowing crime will never cure
So I'm strapped like Girbaud jeans
I'd rather see the pen like I was bowling
I never felt like this before.
D-E-L-A-Y-E-D, delayed reaction
D-E-L-A-Y-E-D, delayed reaction,
Yeah
Oh, take me back to brixton, man
dat
drive chru yuh endz wid a honda
Mek yuh gyal batty clap like a thunda
Like a thunda
E front broad issa bloodclaat tundra
She see d coil and unknown
Say man, I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D E A, G T F, Task Force, Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby, I got to keep
me down I know I'd see you, that's without a doubt
I know you understand how it go but you're down for the ride
That's why I still keep you by my
cunnilingus in front of me
I'd put that to the side if
I could just find my Keiko
Music, money, mary, milfs
Nigga thats how the day goes
Assembly better get in line
Mehn it's time so marching steady we go left ti right.
No divide, we ain't here to share the spoils mehn we're taking it all
swept right over me.
I saw a beauty no dream could've reached,
Shone by the light in front of me.
I'd feel blissfully alone,
No pain known of my ways.
to
Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
they make him the official postman. Now old ninety he'd take the mail from the front gate. He'd walk it up to the first house on the line. Now that was
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I
the walking dead
Arms to the front, walk straight ahead
Get with the rhythm you're the walking dead
I'd love to take a zombie right by the hand
Spin him all
Lines
We do our part for the Red, White, and Blue
So when you thank
Those in boots
Remember this
Kids serve too
He got called up again
His bags by
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
You got your little pills, some kind of cheap thrills
We use to bet who'd be the first one to make it out
You've got your airwaves some chemicals
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
You live the blandest life
Glued in front of your TV screen
Good shows are easy to come by
You're not much to occupy
I fill my stomach up
E A A7
I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win.
D
the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was
Anything
You ain't gon' have anything, yeah
You ain't gon' have anything
My man told me stop, or you ain't gon' have anything
I know for my niggas I'd
ever have to feel weird in front of me
Babe, Babe
I got you
I got you and I love you
Never thought I'd feel this way about him
It's a fine line when
don't like the taste
Buy my ace of spades by the case and I don't have to pay I just use my face
[Chorus x4]
Grass cut, so I see the snakes
Hoes
Words and music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
Based on John 15:18, Philippians 1:28, Romans 8:37
Look at the front page, turn on the tv
They fire
mind
Damn she's fine, I think I add the R-E, in front of that
And see if she D, to get, with a cat like me
I like the, I like the, I like the, I
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