Lyrics:
way home I'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad
Trust the board to floor she creepin'
And the challenges too much, got chu' down and got chu' crushed
Don't be houndin' like a bus, stop surroundin' her
the bed, damn, nobody care
[Young Noble - Verse 3]
Yo, hard times as a youngsta
Scarred by the hunger, wonder
How many gonna die this summer (die this
Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade
did a good job training you
She could feed the kids and wash the clothes
She could cook dinner and mop the floors
Just keep giving me a lot of doe
up of the wall
You can get down of you can get clowned
One for the treble and two for the bass
Three to get steady is everybody ready
If it's all
depict the pictures of bigger sixes
D) That broke nigga fuckin' the richest nigga bitches
Movin' right along, question number three is for the females
make the game better, by bein out there on the floor
So when you ice grill me, instead of breakin your jaw
I think FIREBALLS in your face like a young
She knows that I'm waiting by the door.
I know that she's trying to cover up
Staring at the floor.
Let's Go! Don't say maybe.
Forget everyone
my right hand
Grab a can for Sandman, he earlin' by a parked van
spoke up on the dark plan, devious plot on how to get a knot
Nothin' major, just
me up/
When I try to climb,
Feel like I'm losin' my mind,
You, I can always find,
You're beau-ti-ful/
Verse III
Every time I fell down you knelt down
The TV screen's feeding ye right
I've seen both sides of it by now, I would a bowed down
A new sound the lost can be found
You're in some real dirt, ye
I hope you die kid is what I viewed through my busted eyelids
I slit my wrist and sit and watch the droplets run on the floor
My cousin kicked in
-n- thuggs
You got dese girls in dese clubbs
On da floor shakin it up
Lost needin some love
Rappers die in da field
Claimin dey keep it real
Got yo
Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you
The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
One nigga breakin down
i know dis nigga will and he did
Caught me slippin by the farris will and let me have
it right there my ole lady and my son right there
He aint care
Put your swords away
I'm already down
The higher we both climb
The further we fall
Now we're under looking up into the floor
And burn each other
car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumblin' down 'neath the floor.
And the sons
To the time he swore his love to a whore
Another name on the door, another 1:2:3:4
But the same old crown standing there on the floor
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fucking whore
Knocks you down you're back for more
Leaves you lying on the floor
Leave her side you'd sooner die
You've tempted fate you scream and cry
But there you were down in row three
Holdin' some other baby tightly
I wished it all was a bad dream
Then I saw you kissin'
Boy you better listen up
at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home
the Lord high
Bless the prayers from the saints makin' the floor rise
Calm the worst hood down during war time
It's been a minute homie what it do
And how
you’re new to the cul-de-sac
let me show you a few of the country’s facts
right now cellular’s down but it’s coming back
once you move in the truth is
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