Lyrics:
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From the down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just
today?
I'd rather be dead than turn my head away
We got a first world vision too
comfy to lift our hands in the air
and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe (of
sheets
I felt that it was time for me to make my move
I thought I better hurry up before I busted a groove
I leaned down to kiss her but then out
away, but I'm bound by this
Like a chain, can't escape, wrapped around my fists
Fall out Boy, Fall Out Boy, blasting through some JBLs
All that noise,
problems, money, it is not one
My currency's Kenyan, that's in it for the long run, huh
Tears on a pillow
Bro, I shed so many tears on a pillow
I used
Five thousand dimes in the trap
I can go there
Mask on waiting in the back
I can go there
Have shorty get you for your racks
I can go there
Said I'm not
Growin' up in Alabama
Only five feet tall
He wore blue jeans cut above his knees
And performed down by the creek
Played his gun like a harmonica
He
.44
Let a funky snatched the money handle business to momo
Tired of havin nothin wearin my brother's clothes
Many times i got drove by niggas in
Clever girl with a big heart
Flaky eyes at 2 o'clock
Dancing through the night
Lots of them pretty boys on dial
Haven't been out for a while
Lonely boy, reaching for the stars, craving the moon
He got too close to the sun, woke up in the afternoon
Little boy, hibernating till the start
shot, nigga
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto, save it for a hip-hop nigga
You don't even be at home, dog, you a souvenir-out
But you can find the stars
The end's not always bright
It's just a perfect start
Oh, girl
If the world falls down
Don't fall with it
Boy,
If the sky
Handed down from fathers to sons
Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns
A talk of peace but not in our time
To save our souls and stop
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
in the desert
You'll come up shorter than an Asian jumpin' out of a trunk in the desert
While my wolf pack looks for strippers and cocaine
Niggas
in the desert
You'll come up shorter than an Asian jumpin' out of a trunk in the desert
While my wolf pack looks for strippers and cocaine
Niggas
and profit is not my amenity
I'm just here to get popped by the cops
Get popular so I can discredited in a documentary by the enemy
While in a homicidal,
to evolve!
Love can not fade away,
Keep spreadin' LOVE!
Always stand tall don't fall to no evil, plastic can't be in blood!
Heal the world, heal the world
far me and her together
Would face any kind of weather
Ready to ride, she'd be down for whatever
God forbid, somethin happen to u
With out chu by my
depicted from a book
Nothing but hardcore here
Read "The Source", head of my class for all four years
Did I really fall out with Eminem
(Chicka) No!
Did
even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P
the monuments
And send a postcard back
For nineteen ninety five
I will have the starter pack
My M16 was in my prayers,
'How is the world now I ain't there?
Lookin like a top boy, mans like
Walking the talk on the daily could save me a
Whole lotta days on the waiting list
Praying for people to give me a break
speak they lies because they don't know me
He ain't the same this boy is hurting
It´s 5am in the morning
Lord God please come rescue me
Straight out that
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