Lyrics:
You've got to lay it down
Tell me what you need
You've got to lay it down
Get up, up from your feet you know
I get it down
You wanted sorrow, want it
got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"
We had just
first
The savagery displayed made the red man disperse
I'm out to squash the whitewashed brainwashed line of thought
I got a million books and a school
be playin', not the lottery (Lord)
I am in the flower, f- the pottery
Jargon is angelic, you don't get it then pardon me
Got coke from Jesus, now
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
Chasing dreams got me all over the world
Now I’m sitting on top of the world
We winning, we winning
Cause we sitting on top of the world
This is for
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
yaeh)
From an eighth to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From an O to the O-Zs, they say I'm hood rich
And murder was the case, got me emptyin' out
strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full
closer and closer, look out, you fascists.
I'm just one of the merchant crew,
I belong to the union called the N. M. U.
I'm a union man from head
is all I am
And I am it
God is King, we the soldiers
Ultrabeam out the solar
When I get to Heaven's gates
I ain't gotta peek over
Keepin'
them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage, bi-atch
Your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough,
on the street
And this is done once a week
I'm out to kill, like Navy Seals
I'm crazy ill, and what I can't do my .380 will
I never play with a AK
Because
on the street
And this is done once a week
I'm out to kill, like Navy Seals
I'm crazy ill, and what I can't do my .380 will
I never play with a AK
Because
business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
Fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm
an army face and number
All but the outlaw Jack of Diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Yeah, man, these new robots could take out a whole army
The 300 series is no joke
Nice, 301, first in the batch
Why don't we turn him on?
Captain
it's made for me (yeah)
I got bands on me like it's taped on me (yeah)
Yeah, swish army, got the blade on me
Go crazy homie
Blue cheese, they way
So we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our head
My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye but he flew a flag out in our
Sinking down
On the awfulness
Down, arms falling down
Armies falling down
Falling apart from this
Decayed statue
A silver candle
Made by the pain
You
human reason:
On an island of gleaming rock
Jutting up from the blue lagoon
A ceremonial music box
And from it flowed a bright new mode
That made our
Smoke weed with g's
Sell cream to fiends
And roll with beams
Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
God you made me, but ain't no man
There's no denying
The army is rising
Call me a Titan
Thunder and lightning
The circle need tightening
The hustle, I dive in
Strugglin',
first
The savagery displayed made the red man disperse
I'm out to squash the whitewashed brainwashed line of thought
I got a million books and a school
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