Lyrics:
I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I'll destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr jones Roy
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
much say on the 7th album? - light
There's ill niggas that ain't poppin' without him
Like, if I'm the final destination, y'all know the outcome, right
you shop a lot
Girl you look so fly, I need what you got
I know you feel it too, just by your attitude
Ain't try to play no games just wanna get with
blessed with sentience?
Always being afraid of death, will be the real death of us
When I was in 7th grade, I destroyed a computer my parents bought me
I
who liked her ,who really liked her,
Jaime Lee got married on 5th avenue and I was married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonater.
I married a German
twenty four
By the time that you pass by, it's already too late
You had your prayers
It's Xmas, it's Xmas, it's Xmas where we are
It's Xmas, it's Xmas,
Elysee
Could climb the Eiffel Tower
But if I'm there without ya
It just won't feel like Christmas time to me
I hear the church bells ringing
twenty four
By the time that you pass by, it's already too late
You had your prayers
It's Xmas, it's Xmas, it's Xmas where we are
It's Xmas, it's Xmas,
me level
I know you kept my out of prison where I was headin'
When I heard someone killed my brother, one-eighty-seven
I hope he made it to your
murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heaven
He reached the Gates with ease,
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God;
I am Harry
on swimming
From heaven by sinning
These lies lines lakes and leagues of women
There are these seven deadly ways to keep on swimming
From heaven by sinning
say uhhh
With the colonol, Mr. Bout it
[Chorus x2]
[Silkk:]
P gon' make ya say uhhh
I'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhh
But this time I'm gon' get
through all right
Only one C on my report card. I was doin' all right
I was just doin' all fine in 7th and 8th grade
Ain't had a screwed-up mind
I see inside
Inside you
So much that I want to do
Traveled the world to find the girl for sure was you
Can I prove it to ya
What if I show
cousin came home about 2 days later
September 25th to October 7th
Me and my co-defendant, saying we stealing cars and toting weapons
With no confessions,
dead
It's too much paper to get can ya dig it?
Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit' it?
Shit...
Game that's my thang
And it
Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy money. They kingdom come...money, They will be done...money, on Earth as it is in money. Give us this day our
RSVP in heaven
My sins are more than seven
Turn the amps up to eleven
Walk out of Arturo's loft
With 10 dollars and a pack of smokes
Score some dope by
suckers been hatin for this
You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this
Jealous is how they feel it intentionally
but they start to love it becoz I
hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through
for them hard head niggas man
Now I don't wanna come across as a boss some type of mafia
But these are my thoughts, they awful, I won't argue with ya
Heaven's rule will cease,
Just as the prophets saw.
Prophesies and blasphemies,
Are ruled by Satan's law.
Seven years, grim and dark,
Man will wear
no more rain
I'm in...
I'm in heaven woo woo
I'm in heaven and it feels so good
And that's where i want to be heaven
I'm in heaven
Yea it's ya boy Show
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