Lyrics:
juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit
love 'em and gotta praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothing, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seeing what life has
I know His Grace is amazing
Face it ain't another like our God
From the foundation's placements, nations
They've been placed underneath His rod
Oh my
the headphones up, Ali here we go
I woke up this morning with my dick on hard
Didn't know why 'til I said fuck all y'all
Or fuck this world, or I'mma fuck that
If you ain't up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I'll have niggas post up on ya
"You know we got the lil' homie Jacquees in the building, man
Fourteen year old R&B sensation, don't say nothing"
"Don't say nothin'"
Ayy, shout
a damn bout a snatty's nose kid like me [?]
Hoodini the fat boys know that [?]
I hit 'em on a jack niggaz never call back
[Hook]
[Outro:]
I want
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
Elevate
Saying verses, you know that's how we do
We back with it, Team Missy, part two
Stay hid bruh, shout out my old crew
Moving up to middle school
Uh a lil' Compton nigga
Just a lil' Compton nigga
One time for my niggas
You know Compton, nigga
Just a lil' Compton nigga kendrick Lamar
Back with
strange
See a man from Spain, holding up my name
Give him my things and head down to bag' claim
And I hear somebody scream my name
So I look back,
took her to the fair
Working miracles in Jesus name- the non beleivers shocked and the stare
When I shoot it it go green
He took my dirty made it clean
pessimistic
To know I'm gifted chasin' hood rat brownie
Points and bullshittin'
I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin'
Hopped a four on 'em
Grab my dick and pour
my hair, I'm in the 'Raq with wicks (go)
Don't sweat when you see Wet, he leave you wet-wet, shout out to Drench (go, go, go)
You known slide alone,
don't know the homie cold
I received a page my niggas from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double
Glorify him
We gotta Praise Him
He's the Father
In the Son
He never changes
Nothing new under the sun
We got to Glorify him
We got to bring him glory
We
a lot of niggas went pop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got
I want to praise you and drop off a message to Pac
I was sitten here lookin
greater sign can any man show?
That know with his own blood He made me whole
He justified me, glorified me
Paid my ransom and I've been redeemed by his
got gangsta niggas that lining up in that missions office
And possibly cause all the hoe niggas scrape
And I shit up on my plate so you know a nigga
even know his name
I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well,
he 'round me he smilin'
And he know his daddy would turn this bitch to Afghanistan
No problem
And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love
And ain't
keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep tellin'
Y'all know it ain't right..
And I ain't bending for these hoes
Is this the part when my God
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name
so Holy, He's so Holy
Yahweh or no way Glory to his name
Stood 10 toes down wen i was on the ground
I give the highest praise & shout out Hallelujah
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