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on you
What you've got comin is
Better than anything that you could plan
Just Keep your faith in God your in his hands son

[Chorus]
Ya I'm so sorry
If I'm

Riding, yah
Real shit
(correct)

I love to be free

Breaking the half in the kitchen closet
Baking soda by the water faucet
Pot and spoon

of waiting
Still got brothers deep up in the trenches running outta patience
Hold a little longer I ain't gon keep you waiting
I got missed calls from my

words my indestructible weapon
But I guess I served my purpose cause I can’t believe I’m in heaven
Oh your son is great , ima let you go so I can look

to disturb
He going against God
So I knelt down and prayed
Called God by his name
Are you there? Can you hear your son
I be crying so hard
But I cleaned up my

Blow me then you kissed her
Fourty on me, by my side, homie
Hit em then he cried duckin' cuz I drive-by

Pussy, he got nine lives
Catch 'em in his

And the police will call that bullshit Christmas coming early
I smoke allot weed till I see life clearly never blurry
Keep in mind
They don't wanna see you in

cobra staff kept my mother hypnotised
Attention plus achievement equalled anger in his eyes
Embarrassing comparisons, should parents critcise?
Confidence

over protective
Look at me in the eyes very perceptive
But come talk to me barely receptive
What am I? what am I? Mr. Deceptive
Calling me on the phone I

can't go astray
Walking miles to get to you
Step by step you know its true
This spring we got a fling
We sing and let the old renew
Give your all to me,

it feels
I’m closing up your chapter
but I’m not
Not prepared
To let you go
Too much stories left untold
So I keep you in my
Yellow note book in this

before the
Twinkle in my daddy's eye
Kicked up out my mama's ass
Yung Dirt was born to ride

On these heavy damn streets
(I was born to ride)
On these

Waking up at dawn
Wanna see the sunrise
And it gets more beautiful
When I look in your eyes

I was waiting for the moment
For the perfect sunset
On a beach

Logic, to keep your mind in the project
Drop the check, his job is to chop neck
That's just payback for noses
There's no psych though
What they don't know

The underground is sounding a little
Bit better now that
My mouth is speaking with more
Flow than several water fountains
Bass rattlin'
Shatterin' windows in your

it in yo eyes
You a bitch lil nigga, whole image be see thru
Tuff luck, suck to be You (What)
You in my way, yo ass food, put you right on the menu

in Seattle
That boy is my son he get hit with a paddle
He like to get tough when a nigga at work
I pushed up to his job, he got punched and scidaddled

you'll only get heat stroke
No saving your son mah
forgot all my ethos
I'm toting my gun mah
Under my peacoat
I decided to run yeah
While y'all are

in their misery (WHAT?)
No pain, no gain is part of the game
We fight, we fall we get back up again
Fight your every fight like it's your last
Cause

were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind me sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice""

the cards were
By the way they held their eyes

So if you don't mind my saying
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some

were by the way they held their eyes

If you don't mind my saying
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice

So

Presha

Jeru the Damaja

Heroz4hire

1999

the hood, young black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
For props,

sorry 
Multiplied by two thousand and nine 
I'm so sorry 
So please don't blame yourself 
I'm so sorry 
Sorry and I thank you for your help 

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