Lyrics:
the first track, took the scenic route
Huh, I’m pressure, that’s Kilo Lit
I run with them monsters, like Lilo did
Mentality street, and I’m stuck in it
Hope
it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes
our first or last, but by nicknames
Dreamer, Peewee, Oso Negro to name a few
One passed away, rest in peace
The others locked away in prison blues
our first or last, but by nicknames
Dreamer, Peewee, Oso Negro to name a few
One passed away, rest in peace
The others locked away in prison blues
situation or mistake could separate us from Him
Why do you reject this truth?
Open up the book of Romans
Chapter One to Eight
Meditate on the word yeah
I see
Well I'm a Christian, and you know that's true
But sometimes things are lookin' blue
Because, I lose sight, and I fall back
I start chillin'
of diesel on his clothes
Avoiding death penalties
Police like the blue disease
My home is on the road.
For the brothers, sisters and mothers.
Out
a fraud
If it's up then it's stuck with the stars
Take a perc and I go up to Mars
In the trap with convertible cars
All the pain it had left me with scars
I
smoked up by the doorway (blaow, blaow, blaow)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you
Aint talkin to these bitches no mo
Aye bitch aye
It's been a long time coming now we red and blue thumbing
Fucking up a few summers where it come
blues riding through the blade
Pull up on the side of a hoe, aye, bitch
What's your name?
When I touch my next thirty
Piece I'm coming Johnny Dang
Finna
Stuck on my grind I dey find kudi
One mans loss one mans cruise
I dey hustle hard so I no go lose
It's not by the grind ori mi ma sun
One mans loss one
blood ain't just for relatives
Them and us we just not relative
Word is bond with brothers who got
Hell to give
Tucked on the sidelines stuck
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
You stuck like a four or a lock in a sock
Yeah, oh, yeah (yeah)
I get that cat to make sure we straight
Thugger my brother, my twin, my ace
Made my
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
Trapped inside of a dark box this Fort Knox
Stuck behind
Whatcha say?
If you wanna know me then you'll have to dig up what I dig down
There's remnants of an illness you can see it in my bones
My brothers have it,
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck
August
That was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires
My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax
So I'd make up
be singin that old blues song
(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
You ain't soft, cause
Man I done seen a lot of nice tattoos out here lately
And I'm kinda stuck with it
Rock-rock it, we don't stop, stop, stop
[Chorus - Detail]
Hello
Who got you tensing at the bar, baby relax
Sumn bout yuh kinda warm like my old days
Tell me how I'm still stuck in my old ways
Up then I'm okay
date M6, photographs on Columbia/Ruffhouse description green
with blue ears sky blue shirt that work by remote controls
Burn up Billboard charts,
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