Lyrics:
To my mother so dear to me
And tell her 'twas here by the Liffey side
My mouldering bones do lay
For it would grieve your heart
To see young men shot down
Ill Will ill Will's alive yea Killah Priest
Nasdaq Dow Jones ha ha
Guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real
By now I've recognized the being
And look forward to see it again
With new energy and will not to forget
I make my way back
A flash of light
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, let me start by givin' my props
Much love to my nigga Mapps, Hasan, Babylon, Slim
My nigga Louis, Jatt, Suspect,
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
I know that we broken but
I think that we could make it better
Only time will tell
But being by myself
Nah that ain't it
I mean I could find me
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
The bad, no haps, no Reggie, keep it hashed
A joint or two will do you niggas smoke a blunt of this
If you want to smoke with me, don't bring no bullshit
Our days are running thin
Our hops will start to fall
I can feel the world collapse around me from within
And the letters keep coming by to let us
nature's ways
We learned to make sparks by rubbing sticks together
But if we catch the girls then we'll set the woods ablaze
And I was mad because me
fun
In groups any more than one
I caught your bluff and called the cops
Stop pretending like I'm not what you want
I swear that I will always be
Young
(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
(Music by F. Krynojewski)
The quest for power led to unbelievable deeds
Politics and religion - the cruel force to rule
He
it
Been on my grind since I was young and now I'm stupid rich
You niggas stupid, I'm in the club and it's ruthless
My crew ain't part of that
Mach ein drive-by, Tokyo drift
Bin in Japan, nicht Taylor Swift
Bin in Japan, schreibe einen Hit
Flippe die packs wie ein gymnast, Uchimura mache
wife, I will do right
I will hold tight and be the light
I will rise up and be a man
Gotta stay righteous
Oh Lord, help a young man keep his way pure
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
seen you in a couple of days so
Uhm, I'm really glad I met you I haven't met a lot of people with a lot of good stuff since you
God is always gonna be by
marking for death as a funky rhyme sayer
Corruption flows from the cops to the mayor
Mali troops will run through your resident
In my hand will
Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothafucka
(We got that bounce for ya
the Lord
(Unto the Lord)
(Praise Him)
Praise Him
Allelu, do the do and begin to rejoice
Sing aloud, y'all, make a joyful noise
Young David used to rave it
of their minds
You were high heeled
You were kitted your needs
They will always be there to remind
Me we are so very young
All that I need is someone to
Hеlp
my mind
And some days it's hard to find
The reason why you stay by my side
You and I
Break our hearts open in half
Just to see if I will put them back
yo, that they're winnin'
A lotta just came in, sound the same in
Thinkin' they swift and can get with these young men
But I keep the crowd swingin'
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
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