Lyrics:
just make you think you boomed with a quickness
This is what's the haps when I go to do my smack
Cause the word got around about three cool cats
sips of coffee
He poured this wisdom out
Said "If you want my two cents on making a dollar count
Buy dirt
Find the one you can't live without
Get
like ding
Angels watching over on a prayer and a wing
Always coming through all it takes is one ring
Take a whiff hope you catch my drift
Don't waste ya
2020 vision
Alright listen
I haven’t finished bitchin’ about my life yet
It might get dark and a little hard to digest
I’ve been held down by the weight
Flash cash on the neon lights
My name is mad max
Pitchin' "we want rights"
I've got the bull by it's horns
The beast by it's tail
I'm preying off this
gets crucial, cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from
Your fatality, destroyed my reality
I'm trying to grasp back, my sanity
Gots me questioning, my spirituality
I feel all alone in this, galaxy
No one
how memories can burn
This is my prayer upon the stairway to the sea
That you soon will be there before me, whispering "Adore me" there by the sea
world
But she’s stepping out on her own
I have to let her find her way
But I can’t help be afraid
Please watch after her
This is my prayer
She just
my hand
I need thee every hour
Through this pilgrim land
Protect me by thy saving power
Hear my feeble plea
Oh Lord dear Lord look down on me
When I
knees, yeah
I said please
You're all I want so hear my prayer
My prayer
My Eloise is like the stars that please the night
The sun that makes the day
Trying to boost my career put out nothing but hits
Niggas know how I come with this rapping shit
I'm the hardest out running, haters in my way
But
time I spit it's like a prayer, shit
Because my flow like a aquarist
Walking through an aquarium
A question arises, like what the hell is that blinding
women wisely, Charlie's Angels got my back
as if I was Bosley, bout to get rowdy
So pray to Mother Mary, you think this is easy?
Be a cold day in Hell
a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don't die
These is real tears I cried
And dreamz don't lie
When they tell me dat I'm doin good in da
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
Many are hopeless, many still live in fear.
I have to stay focus, my prayer Jah will hear.
Many painful sorrows, there is sin everywhere
I have
of that bullshit, let me hear your prayers
Tired of that bullshit, let me hear your prayers
Dumb little bitch, you ain't never seen God
All my songs on her
blunt huh? Hash oil
My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
on some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo
Wake yo` ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo`
All Durham And Northumberland
Is Measured Up By My Own Hand
It Was My Fate From Birth
To Make My Mark Upon The Earth...
He Calls Me Charlie Mason
(Coofie smacka). For my
Dip-Set, from hear on end its Lovely Daze. That's what this song is
about. For my riders, ride out.................................
First things first I'm a giant
A behemoth
Best thing since Jesus
Ah
Big gun jam without a reason
Shit get on my last nerve I don't even need this
my
the street, they die young
Gun play everyday, they pull the trigger no delay
Two of my young niggas died by the gun
Mother saying prayer for her son, he died
When I was alive I lived a short story which didn't survive 25.
Oh how time flies.
The curtain descends, but darkness my friend,
this is not where
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