Lyrics:
seaside town summer's over.
Empty pubs echo with sounds,
juke-box selections that keep going round and round.
Maybe rain is all we need,
to come
Where would we be without the sand and the sea?
Without a little help from the birds and the bees?
My family tree depends on the future of a plea,
(Lord Infamous)
You got thugs on ya spot,
Fresh out the box,
The crowd so live,
They comin' in flocks
(All)
'cause, it's big business, it big
runnin' up on ya
Violate money wise and I'm bloody up on ya
That's how it is in the South Memphis niggas be plenty
On the strip, ridin' box Chevy's with
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
Black Market Military, don't play
Ain't no comin' at my family, the wrong way, aye
[Hell Razah]
Child support, disrespectin' my pops, it's fucked up
When
box for breakfast
And he carries a stick that he most likely found in the alley,
And Cody doesn't have friends,
And his parents hate each other,
Feet dead in a box
Until my bent, cuz niggas wet it with shots
But it ain't gonna happen
I was known for strappin'
Switchin' up guns, and bang, your
Christmas
When others are talking never interrupt
Don't put people down or leave the toilet seat up
It's the time for family and holly and turkey
'Tis
through wit my families
Big Psych, pit fight, you know the deals
Potted, take a good look at what we started
Retarded, that Brooklyn bullshit we got it
impostor
(Melted down!)
The people
Have spoken
Our verdict
Was stolen
Relinquish
Self-made throne
Human spirit flash poison
Chip toys dumb box
Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that
You blessed cause you ain't sleeping in your vest cat
Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds
to battle
I'ma grab em
Puttin them all in a box
Those that'll talk
Won't be able to walk
I'm the one that rocks
Why does every body
want to be like me
Is it
or spitting on blonde braided Karen Edwards
"Next time you'll get swats," he growled I'd be good for a week.
Until one day, the red... plastic box said "pull"
Pandora's box, no keys, I picked the locks, sly as a fox
High off the rocks, onions in my socks, buy em for the low like stocks
Flip em at the school of hard
a hater cause he
May not have a moon left
Push a button in da wraith
Now ya crew wet
Think i was somewhere
Outta state wit da new connect
Box is in play
a bullet I rather poke and twist then pull something out
Ill make sure when they box you in they paint you on a pretty smile
Fuck your last name made your
and brought dreams to fruition
I don’t need cosigns or road lines to keep me on track if my family don’t listen
Killing shit for no reason
Grab the bag, and I’m
I still have to go out
The circle, the box, or whatever shaped of my house
I live in and vacate, cuz I must accept that my fate
Of where I live
I feel like I'm stuck in a box
I feel like I'm stuck in one spot
I feel like I'll sit here and rot
I feel like we don't speak a lot
About to go
industry
You cross the boss I’m at your whole family
They recognize the way I pen these scripts is authentic
While these other niggaz is fake they augmented
used to be a soldier
Fought to keep this nation free
I used to be a father
And I raised a family
I used to be a surgeon
Healed people with my
Looking back
Really cooking crack
They aint even
Keep it seperate
We slept in the trap
Roach rats
Big as cats
Kitchen table straps
Family business
Daddy
much different than Alice.
The family thinking outside of the box. Our eyes to the sky like this would is ours!
Rollin'. Strolling down the road less
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