Lyrics:
my thing
I can feel the pressure, from every side
If you ain't gonna help, don't hurt, just pass me by
Oh, no
Hercules
I must be Hercules
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.
Got people stocked in every shade,
Must
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
Well, an old man said to me in a voice filled with pain,
"Where you going young man?"
Said I'm going to fight a war,
gonna fight for my country
tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin' back to face to face
I caught a case, housin' tried to throw us
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart
When the fuck you gon' start recognize
the ace
Do what you do, flam for a crew
Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face
Slang for the king, you must, if you have
Dribble hops out giggle, yo,
never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
A lot of people in my past tried to do me,
Well, ring the bell backwards and bury the axe
Fall down on your knees in the dirt
I'm tied to the mast between water and wind
Believe me, you
you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!
Track down this
the ace
Do what you do, flam for a crew
Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face
Slang for the king, you must, if you have
Dribble hops out giggle, yo,
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
Life Being A Color
(Michael)
Don't Tell Me You Agree With Me
When I Saw You Kicking Dirt In My Eye
Hee, hee
But, If
You're Thinkin' About My Baby
It
nigga, Nas is good
Ha, I love my hood so much I go out in a blazing shootout
You say I can't come out there
I'll throw it all away, fuck it
Big
me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly
I remember my mother's
Sister's husband's brother
Working in the goldmine full time
Filling in for sunshine
Filing into tight lines, ordinary
Disloyalty will have me kill my brother, shedding a tear
Such a shame how you could easily get trapped in a zone
And have to go to war with fake niggas
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
Cause you and I got to do for you and I
A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw
down in the kitchen
Places, places
Get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please
shit outta luck cause I'm havin bad luck
Fucked up in my younger days
Shit I'll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays
A few days back one
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