Lyrics:
Real source, catch me plugged in by your light switch
Rollie on my left, bust Patek on my right wrist
I'm the type to go and get it, you will watch
D.U.I.
Written by Ger Madden
Lights flash in the the rear view mirror
And I know exactly just what for
Seems tonight is not my lucky night
Even
rella?
Sucka, you couldn't get me back if
You was directly behind me
Or standing on my spine wearing low jack, B
The Articulate Thug, articulate 38 slugs
probably fell down three
She'll never get to the top is what the haters gon' say
No Photoshop, bitch she making real change
Bitches think but never know how
And take life seriously.
That Tuesday needed no plan,
You should just let your feet lead;
You’ll be rewarded by fate,
And you’ll find what you need, ‘cause
So much has happened, think of what we've done
In the time that the Earth has traveled 'round the Sun
Winter, Spring, Summer and we're back to Fall
beef, I'm chasin' the bag, blood (huh?)
I left my opps in the past, blood
Ain't no bad blood (nah)
I got three eyes open, one in the back, blood (huh?)
what the numbers say
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
And ten and back again
A plethora of information can only lead to
Poverty
I roll along just inches off the pavement
And only three or four feet from your face
And we're trusting one another with our lives now
We both could
Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All foreign recital ? fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
and penzem
kicsi kurva nagyon basic
i just pull up with a spaceship
fee fi fo fum, budapest is the city that im from
huh
3,4,5 guns célozzon rád if you do
I wanna save the world if i could
I would take everybody out the hood
They say when you make it reach back Pull others with you
It might take time
turn him into Big Bird
Servin' ice by the scoop, you can call me Big Worm
I've been drivin' straight for hours, I'm too high to hit turn
She say that
I park my Chevy, board a westbound plane
Knock on a few doors back where I came
And spin an old record out track by track
It's been a while since
says, "it needs to be at least three feet higher
It won't make it through the night"
But the old man down in the Quarter
He said "don't you listen
Why was he always stuck
In the middle of the pack
He'd missed the whole damn point
The first one and the last
There was no one staring back
There
for your teeth
Imagine a vaginal nigga like you on the street
Back on the concrete
Feet up
Gettin' beat up
So when we meet up, give your seat up
and was moved by the grief of her parents
When we lay....
(disco)
Catch a ball that she threw
Then she's gone and I never knew
Turn around she's back again,
could ride by the gates
Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?
Would you pray louder finally believing His power?
Even
was lead by Starange
You know me chillin' with number 2 and the O.G.
Hoes be on me like that glow on Obe Won Konobi
Can't you see that when the storms
him down
Grab the hag and jam a rag in her mouth
Wrap some string around her wrists, and tie her feet
You guys toss her in the back of the van
I'll
on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me
by so called peers
Y'all have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street
Write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the
Rest I remind you of Lee do
Seventy hours a week
It amazes me the power in her feet
With no sleep she raised me
c cocktail waitress with three babies
Who will not fail in
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