Lyrics:
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
stale
Where they mold that's green
I can see you fit the bill
Of living in a world that come with Plan B
'Cause Plan A only can make another mistake
the ghetto
When I was seventeen with the .38 special
Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real
Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel
may believe, this man, this thing
Come to me, Angel of Music (is not your father)
Let her go, for God's sake, let her go
Christine!
Oh, Raoul!
Publicly perpetrating that "In God We Trust"
Cross-examined by a master manipulator
The faster intimidator receiving
The judge's favor
Deceiving sabers doing
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
the daughters missin' God and fathers
Never seen they loved ones 'cause they're prisoners fightin' fires
Oh, and I might be biased, but I feel God standin' by
outside, I couldn't believe my eyes
He was in Bill's arms breathin hard and french kissin
I was ready for Mary, Susan, Helen and Jane
When all the time
and know that it's by
It's by God's grace,
All things through Christ Jesus.
No weapon formed against me shall proper.
Come on in before the sun goes down,
curvin' niggas, yeah, a bitch curvy (yeah)
I get even when I'm done, he gon' need a Perky (woo)
I want my bills paid (yup), rent paid (yeah)
Nails did
Young Abe Lincoln wasn't young no more,
Tired old man when he won the war,
And he dreamed at night of his death by
And he saw his body in a ghastly
baggies in alleys
To where the streets is your family
Gettin' blurred by the same cop
Go to jail for a year and come home
Two of your niggas dropped
been fun cause it ain't...
Don't think I don't love you cause I don't
ONCE A DAY
(Bill Anderson)
« © '64 Moss Rose Publications »
When I found
Jesus, Jesus
'Cause I know where my health comes from
So I gotta call ya when there's storms in my life
Standing and go by in the middle of the night
the villa
More McQueen chilled up
Now I'm smokin' making 'em uncomfortable
But when we step in the buildin'
Hunnid dollars bills, pounds on the flight
can't hurry
But he'll be there, don't you worry
I say he may not come when you want him,
But he's "right on time!"
You can't hurry my God
No, no, no
You
Dirty Bastard]
Yo! Met this bitch by the name of Subie
She was a bad bitch, she had a big ol' booty
She got me setting up when I went to the projects
That's when God said to me
I am still in control
It changed my prospective, and so
Now the worry is over (yes)
And the doubt is gone away
God
the cracks of his chair
And a stack of bills
But no winnings there
He died, he died
Waiting for his boat to come in
Down came his sweet chariot
But his boat
through)
Please come through Jes-
Lord, please come through
I'ma catch hell by the tail, I don't really care who you tell (well, well, well)
I don't
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
Started my grind where crime festers
And nines showing like they in they second trimesters (pregnant)
That's why when niggas throw a shot or two online
I
the sun-scorched ground
When You went out before us Lord
And marched through the desert land
You shook the earth and poured down rain
From heaven by Your hand
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