Lyrics:
hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
the crib, in the streets
She reps for L-B-Dub ENT
She a nice size wit' the pretty brown bright eyes
I'm a winner wit' the right prize
I'ma give it
and
Burden light
You can always laugh while I
Struggle to crack a smile
Struggle to keep it all inside
When I look into your brown eyes
I struggle
beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes
Runnin' from poopoo and 'prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil nigga
That
flip back
Nigga was like my real son, killed me when he did that
Look in his eyes and look in mine, I be like "God damn"
They tryna stop a nigga
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
the eyes
And she ask me do I really look better without make up
That's a long story, wine cellar in the cabin so we keep pouring
She tryna get it in
blue
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
You ready to ride, that's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
How Scotty
days
It drives my mother insane
clways keep your eyes open
Especially when driving
Because some man might decide to stand in the middle of the road
When the slabs in the city beat
That screw off in the back
Poking eye, keep them spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
dropped thirty dimes in the same night, Scott Skiles
Paid in Full-era Noreaga, you stay cool how you be cool
We're gonna keep that on the low. You ain't see
Warm yourself by the fire, son
And the morning will come soon
I'll tell you stories of a better time
In a place that we once knew
Before we
by your side)
Sometimes I don't know what to do (X, dry your eyes)
But I know what I gotta do (it'll be alright)
You keep givin' me the word,
Leaped naked from the sea.
His fillet knife was in his hand.
He jumped aboard the train.
"Give up your bucks, you tourist schmucks.
I'm Key West Jesse
One for the treble, two for the bass
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your face
Me and Jeff again, "Oh my" you say
1985 to the Y2K
The new
Or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he
Be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he
Been out for a minute but I'm up!
Birdman keep
You were born like a morning star
Princess of light
A secret to eternal bliss
Held in your deep brown eyes
Sara
Raven hair
Rose-petal smile
me no have no option
That's what they showing you pon TV
Them keep our history buried
Open your eyes son
'Cause our vision get blurry
It's
the first time I saw your face
I have never been the same
Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame
And when you said "hi" I forgot my dang name
Set my
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
by your side)
Sometimes I don't know what to do (X, dry your eyes!)
But I know what I gotta do (it'll be alright)
You keep givin' me the word,
(Seen her)
Five something, pretty face
And them big brown eyes small little waist
When the floor goes tremble
Make a grown man cry oooh
I keep runnin'
your slang native tongue they mad in the worst way
And your brown skin so beautiful in the sun
Sad one day I needa tell son
That you target on they list
through
Man it's going down
I was born in H Town, starched down way back
When them slabs in the city beat
That screw off in the back
Poking eye, keep them
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