Lyrics:
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
I'm around
Know my pops was hurting from his voice
Could hear the sound
Then I lost my cuz in 8th from pills
That really put me down
Then I'm in
from the tree, in the noose,
Called on by energy,
What can I do?
Been ‘round killers,
I seen these nxggas do fraud,
On the digits,
I seen these
a rebel, I tried to run
But you forgave me for what I had done
You paid the price when you sent down your son
Sin try to get me, I'm covered by blood
Through
And shit go really get to cracking if he bring 3 with 'em and if a nigga playing crazy that's how we leaving him
Jbaby keep them fuck nigga from round
a voice from the
Sky like "is this what you want?"
Roll the window
Down so I can feel a breeze
Let the Moon shine
On me as I'm hitting trees
The bouncer
Amen, amen, amen
(Hah)
I’m comin’ straight outta John 10
Crazy motherfucker named Sly deSilva
From the country built on genocide of Native people
to Mexico
Cancun the lampoon with the fileco
Illegal drug life we'll live the thug life
Ever since a kid when my father used to sniff the white
In front of me
of the Father and the Holy Ghost. And the power of the Son, Christ of Nazareth. Open up the doors of Heaven, Jesus, let us in. And forgive them Father for their
verses
3 and 4 begins
"blessed be the God and Father
Of our Lord Jesus Christ the Father of
Mercies and God of all comfort
Who comforts us in all of our
I have a tale to tell
I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air
Trying to release my fathers hands from my throat
I looked into his eyes
sitting in that hall by the kitchen
Rocket up that second flight, I'm a man on a mission
Her door open, seen my sister in the fetal position
Now nothing was
Crime, life, bitches, money, time
For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's
Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?
One time, two times
From 'Breaking Atoms'
fought
So I could someday live forever
In a galaxy far far away sent down UFOs to change the time
Priest of Scientology
Spy in the C I A Central
his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish
Sushi for lunch, waiter
to tell him he saved two outta three
But i could tell by his face he wasn’t tryna hear me
And he went to Iraq in the 2000s
Said the fire was well over
you were a character. In that picture. And someone explained to you. The three dimensional world that you live in. As a two dimensional creature. It
out what the meaning of life is
October 3rd, '75, my birth is a blessing
Ain't no spoken word could ever describe how the flow get better
I live
there ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, just gave
Authority, Living Like Robert Horry Be
7 Rings On & I’m Married To The Tree (Yea-Yea)
It Goes 1 For The Holy, 2 For The Down Bi$$h
3 For The 40 & 4 For
of religions killing hand
Led into the promised land
Like father, son and brother
Dying for the honor
Hate burns in their hearts, their lives are torn
and poor and blind and naked
Without hope and in great need
I counsel you to buy from Me gold
That has been heated red hot and refined by fire
So that you
was made
To live my life of mistakes
And I can't
Tell me what I gotta do
To get an answer from above
Is it trust
Than I'm fucked
I've lost so much I
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