Lyrics:
quite familiar, I was raised by dealers
Life stealers, who quite realer than them old niggas
In the background of your pictures, ho nigga
Your daddy
keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac
And let me
us, we gettin' this money its not bangin'
You can't pull that shit this way, we head bangin'
Wit dem glocks and dem oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot,
both got finish lines, I'm here to start sum
I'm surrounded by imposters, that's why I keep a couple round in my posse
Que pasa, whats happening
I can
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
just some county boys committed to the way that we talk
God, Family and Guns that's the way that we walk
Jesus loves the little children that's the stuff
saving Grace
Raised five kids on a farmers pay
Vietnam took his son
But watching Grace live like this
Is the hardest thing he's done
He sit's there by her
When I was made I was afraid
And I wished that I could have stayed
In a way, I felt betrayed
Baby, when I was made
When I was raised I was amazed
served the whiskey
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.
And she said "Hey Bub, It's been
fulfilled in Christ the Son
For who could fathom such a love
That drew me
Majesty, Jesus
Majesty
Because of your name
I have salvation
Raised unto life
There is a truth on which I am decided
There is a truth by which I am defined
There is a truth that means I have eternal hope
Christ was raised
you hear
Is the whispers of doom
Niggas scared
They don't want to see me head on
Think of all the busters
That I had to leave dead and gone
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
the life of him
The part about it that's crazy, you was aight with him
Tight with him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing next to the enemy that
to get my roll on
On a Jesus songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them
the life of him
The part about it that's crazy, you was aight with him
Tight with him, why was he in the way?
Why was he standin' next to the enemy that
do best to your heart,
Don't be fooled I was raised by the wolves,
Now the moon hangs in full, so you know I won't play by the rules
I will never
could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that
new age health magazine
says, why not now?
You stopped by last night
but you couldn't stay
I pretend I have someplace to be
like you're in my way
But
Reborn empowered
All strongholds broken
Old ways have died,
Given new life
Boldness engulfs my every word,
Strength empowered by God
Jesus
said damn today, my beeper keeps on buzzing
Men are calling every hour, on the hour
By the dozen so a piece of advice, that were
Don't try to talk to me
law
Strange are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, The judge was
hi
Only smell your perfume vapors as you walk by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
Now your flashing your titties at me waitin' in line
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