Lyrics:
brutality
Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,
All hail the war machinery
But if you wag that flag at me
You'll fly it at half-mast, sirs.
Every one's collectin'
all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man
[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool
My process, it starts from a whole bunch of pre-meditated thoughts
The process of me thinking about the ideas of what I wanna say next (yeah)
You
Now I dream about big house by the side of Laurel Creek
We’re sittin’ there in rockin’ chairs with children at our feet
We’ve got a dog called Music
facts don't matter
Make 'em twist and shout
Much beating of the chest
Popcorn buttered, feet up
Eyes glued to the set
It never gets old, like Pro
And they think about some forming niggas
It's way more than some
Horses and some armadillos
(yea) I drive reckless, nigga
(yo) Cuz I'm from Texas, nigga
Emory
I told her thanks for the
Mammaries I mean the memories
A set of g's by her own admission
Listen, A Ganga moving of his own volition
I'm talking
that's a liar
Throw gasoline on him, set him on fire
Have that ass retire
Sniper scope, got the rifle, hope
Triflin', pipin' karate choked
He had
death, death gives you truth, truth sets you free
Yes indeed, watch as I proceed to puff the weed
And read the Vibe that's reading me
I can't trust
show's about to start
I could tell our job was done by the way 2Mex remarked
Act like we can't do that, when in fact we just scored
Time to rock the party,
Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the game
Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name
Surrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from
fronting
On your phony block with your phony Glock until you slip
When niggas brung the drama they put Techs on your lips
Damn, son, I just thought about
fronting
On your phony block with your phony Glock until you slip
When niggas brung the drama they put Techs on your lips
Damn, son, I just thought about
answer).
Girls like to hold hands; I had my life squeezed out once or twice,
So let's call it even...and well-balanced, like a crock of shit
Or a hell
Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
Patience
by Paula Toller
Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you
I'm still alright to smile
Girl, I think about you every day now
Was a time when I
girl ke kaas
I’m like Bogus I’m bringin' the shmoke
How they talk about me is a joke
I'ma serve if I ever broke
And my homie Glizzy tote a pole
Ngwanola
to talk about it its the black man code
My girl started saying that yo black man cold more like the fridge and less like the stove
Something bout this year
say you rude
It's fucked up
When she get you to the point minds bugging out
You set up date night and go ghost what's that all about?
Where they do that
someone who's gunna set me free
From your clutches
How the hell u tell me
That living life is glory
How this life supposed free
If I still have to pay
been barred.
They say I'm noisy but,
They better get the bottle down,
Pour another round,
And drink it up.
When I wanna get by,
I drink all
goes on and on
Baby we can take ithither
Got it goin on,
All night long
Babe you know can weather
da storm I\'m about to astonish
I made up my mind
You don't need to worry about a thing
Cause your body's so tight, I need you in my life!
Chorus x2
Verse 2:
Girl you got me where you want me now I
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