Lyrics:
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
"Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!"
The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
money in his pocket and started to scream.
"I've had
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
the window up above
Mule and the grasshopper eatin ice cream
mule got sick, so they laid him on the green
v3
You ought to see my Blue Eyed Sally
She lives
my niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor show me the door
My niggas kicking em down
Flicky in the whip they wish I would slip
is grown
My daughter leads a wayward life
She's been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
to sit him down
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Now, who is the cat at Armani buying wears? (Yeah, yeah,
the ships sail on the sea?
She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand.
And as they stood on the windy shore
The dark girl
One, two, three, here we go
Yeah
I'm walking out my front door
I'm jumping in my car
Take another left on Main Street
Head right to where you
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
the mall up
We grind hard to play harder (harder)
24/7 365
If we ain't breaking them down
Then we letting them fly
Nah never I, always we
I came in
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
boy to sail the wide world over
Then adventure took him south to
The de la Plata mouth
San Martin was on the route in Argentina
So three whaling ships
door
Their poor young solder of sixteen, no older
Did not make it home
Oh, no, have you heard the news today?
They say London's burning down once again
my eyes to the passing scene
Old and young and in between
Driven along by the pounding beat
All hurrying by
Down this street
Sorry old man
daughter leads a wayward life
She's been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around
Step off
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
like I'm trapped between heaven an hell,
In the ghetto's ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an crack cells.
(chorus x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 3
from trigger hap...
"Hello London, you lucky lucky people - Mark E" [sung by Ed Blaney]
I was walking down the street again and again
[mobile phone
like I'm trapped between heaven an hell,
In the ghetto's ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an crack cells.
(chorus x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 3
the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
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