Lyrics:
a whole grown man
Whole life on the clock
Bumbaclot
I don't even want the drop
Your type call a hold up
White tee out the package
I ain't want catch
the moonlight take you by surprise
You know what I want man, tell me if you got it now
Hard muscles of iron
Legs you just need to climb
Give me your best shot
My
See there, a man was born and we pronounce him fit for peace
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease
We'll take
LATER.
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they
I'm just a man
Working the land
Put in the time
Clock ticks on by
I make an honest wage
Another dollars another day
This is where I was born
Where I
And these days Sheffield seems so far away
I wanna turn back the clock by just a couple of years
And wait for you at the airport, with a jumping heartbeat
my hands
Enjoyed to be a high-flyin’ man
So it goes…
I don’t know where I’m heading to
But I was born under the lucky star
I have
and put some presents under the tree
While we're fast asleep in bed
And then it's Christmas morn, the son of God was born
In a manger with three wise men
out the game
Six figure nigga sit in, bricks for the fit in
Money under the soul of the joints, crackin' my jizz-eans
Born hustle, genetic, yea shit in
Eventually, see they can't beat and then with me they join
Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned
You tell lies, get caught, nigga, kick
To make one man, that'll be known forever
All I do, I do it for you
It’s for all you did, when I was a kid
Cause there's mad friends ain’t wanna be born
a bird,
Because you fulla sherm,
And by the way, fuck what u heard boy
[Hook (2x)]
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My nigga fuck it what u heard
You need to find out
under the old oak trees
Evening comes the sky turns red
Supper's on the table and the kids are all fed
Sit by the fire not a word's said
Feel the peace
Y'all niggas better wake up on time,
Y'all niggas better wake up on time,
Set your alarm clocks cause you know we bout the grind
Man y'all boys
banned from the stairs from the occupation I'm choosin,
cos I'm a muslim by nature a gangster by circumstance
some sayin the workin man don't stand
son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born
At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about, and since I
I was born in a pool, they made my mother stand
And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand
When I felt the light I was worse than bored
I
under the weather once
You, you you are just like the other ones
We're born sinners, no winners, foreigners, even to the man in the mirror. Go figure
To a young Mexican couple, a baby was born
Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' died
Moon gave it's light to the world and the stars did the same
Alwayz on the clock (Yea)
Fuck a 9-5
Alwayz a couple steps ahead (Uh huh)
Look in my eyes bro
I'll alwayz have your back just as long you got mine
the mutherfuckin pump under the seat.
So niggas better duck or your ass is fucked. geah.
The mad man with nuthin to lose.
So you better bring your strap
capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind
One of a kind, I got
on the front line
Born for my destiny, fit for my own time
Best under danger, flames in the hangar, breakin’ out the daggers, fire from the chamber
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