Lyrics:
heaven or hell nor dead or in jail the life, of a veteran shelved/
The Genesis, of developing cells enveloped in hell,
& on the 7th day heaven prevailed/
I
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
One, two
To a nigga nature
Hehe
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears
Be a woman, why you actin' surprised?
You showed the bullshit;
by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision
bed warm with a cutthroat n****
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by
I never had a day
The House
Because The Furious Five are Gonna Turn It Out
So Young Ladies If You Think Ya Heard
You Heard Th Best Rap, You Heard The Best Word
This Is True
a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
strip dancer that you met in a club
(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leaving the swine
Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I'm fully clothed
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
my knife'll have your ass
Seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point
at
Was only seven already on her way to heaven
She reached her day and now she won't see her wedding
Some might say that this was destined or something
computer like I got a stu and shit
Playing round with fl studio with beats that I could rip
7th grade all summer with the craft that I could mix
I remember
Roof missing on this whip, and I need two kitchens
Fuck the DA I ain't never been no stool pigeon
Won't catch me in no club unless my tool get in
Be
at some work
You would open your mouth to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off Cris'
No longer courageless
Grabbin hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix wasn't
My Momma told me at the age of seven
Everything that's good in life is a gift from heaven
And since we met, I'd have to bet that's true
There are
Monster truck remind him of tonka
Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the meals,
Motherfucker and I aint stutter
Bitter sweet, my lifes
louie bag on your neck
Baby remember before you had shoes
When yo' life was filled with nothing but bad news
See everything I rock and wear is handmade
Cause this is my life
In the Nighttime
When Them Lights On
Still grinding I ain't going Home
Gotta get right and Gotta Stay strong
Cause this my life
they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
This is how it goes
without him
I haven't seen him since i was in the 7th grade (when things just went crazy)
God thank you for always sticking by me
Thank you for always being
Navigator
Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me
Boom bap and slap that ass silly
This is
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