Lyrics:
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
back, back)
(Back, back, back, back)
(Back, back, back, back)
(Back, back, back, back)
(Back, back, back, back)
Come on
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and back
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some
Live and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
They tell me you're shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
evil, I`ll close my eyes
You know, love grows
Forever together, 4 years 2 come
4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part
Forever together, 4 years 2 come
4 love
the promoter by his mutha fuckin' neck
Don't be fooled by the Rolex!
*(Chorus)* 2x
Verse 4 *(DMG)*
Who in the mutha fuckin' hell
Nothin' but Regime Ridaz
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper's much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you're stayin' in line
Me twenty two is no
your life
(5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'
Money and power, the makin' of marriagesTell me somethin'
You mothafuckas can't tell me
kill, die every time
Everyone pretend like I got a turn against the light
They don't understand me, they don't see me by my side
1, 2, 3, 4
Do you know
(freaky, freaky), four minutes aye (four, four)
I'm outta time and
All I got is four minutes (freaky, freaky) (four, four)
Come on, ah
Yeah, ha
the dark you're fucking crazy
So don't come back with just your petty maybes
One, two, three, four, five, six
One, two, three, four, five, six
One, two
a middle guy
You poured a four inside a two, and got a little high
That ain't real drank homie, you ain't gotta lie
I made all my money in the streets
Gotta
where the music comes to die.
And through him I learned everything I needed to know
about the music business and even things I didn't want
to know. He
your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say
to come out no b beans
2 hours later later omo you need to see d rain wey fall
E b like all d angels for heaven agree to cry by 4
No b say I like 2 stop but
my coven
Drippy, drippy blood a-comin'
Talking cheaper by the dozen
Sliding OUT there goes one
Two three FOUR here they come
Damn my placenta feels
(pop beans)
Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah)
Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least
Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece
My
the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range tints
Got niggas doin life in
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
(Hut-two)
And we see'd the British come
(Three-four)
And there must have been a hundred of'em
(Hut-two)
Beatin' on the drums
(Three-four)
They stepped
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