Lyrics:
Phil, he was never there
Now we got the baddest bitches laying everywhere
Call your friends over, poetic justice
Janet Jackson braids, time to show me
We have your blessings
God gives us blessings (He gives)
He is impressive (You are)
Give us your presence (Stay here)
Help me have less sin (Need
Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable
Fuck y'all clubs,
blessings blessings
He got em on Lock
God got the blessings on lock
He set me free from the locks
I’m not that afraid of the cops
I’m more afraid of the opps
at him the same
He's watched time keep ticking by, but he don't complain
Yeah, we love to sing Forever Young
And hope the trips around the sun start
(he will remain)
With courage and bravery
It keeps him walking towards the flames (he will remain)
In good faith that he will remain
Our existence
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're
And give up the fight
'Cause trouble had been Paul's middle name
Ever since he'd been captured by God's blinding light
But just when his hope should be
he's gotta ride for the team
Cause I'm on that
The sun hit me every morning, the club with them models
Come and feel 'em like I'm calling
The Don
my big house, surrounded by my weaponries
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds
Got an extra
In my life
Will I be alone Will you be there By my side
Is it something he said Is it something he did
I wonder why He is searchin' For the answers
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
Heavenly Father
When I was having so many problems
No one but Him could help me solve them
He stepped in and He made everything okay
And for this I'm
to my cousin, his name was Rod
The one that came to pick me up
He had been shot right through the face, right in the neck
And he got shot right in
down the street baby you should know
That everything that glitters..it ain't gold.
(He's the famous Jett Jackson)
It's not what you think 'cause when
on her knees
(mama) she said a prayer for me
(mama) just keep on thanking Jesus
(mama) he'll give you what you need
(thank you Jesus)
Now that was
out yo' socks (bitch)
Me and all my inner circle, we keep thinkin' out the box
Dawg, when life go too hard on you, you gon' go legend or not?
Me, I
tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man has to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he
Your blessing all over me I cover by your Grace oo
Anybody wey wan vex make them vex
A lot of things have happen ta ni mo so fun
E torch where he no
as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma
(hey)
I'll go where He needs me to
Once in a while, I'll need a few
Lately, I've had a hard time
Ain't been satisfied when I testify
Wanna make sure
I'm living to keep warm, you living to pay rent
I paid my way through, praying to Allah
You played your way through, by living in sci-fi
Bullshitting
broke, I'm like, "No way"
Probably sells drugs, but she won't say
Tell me he dabbles in real estate
I mean I don't believe it, but okay
Okay, pull out
go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"
You don't want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don't want no
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