Lyrics:
smoking John Lennon where my Yoko?
It's that call yo' grandma, you ain't ready yet
Verbal mania, I'ma show you the illest get my cousin to kill it
Had
the football captain
Morgan ain't the reason for his actions
Shaken when he goes to put the key in his gun cabinet
A life for a life he feels is the only caption
and whereever he went, his heart did never find a home
3.
He was watching the buildings and couldn't control his feelings
wondering where everybody was at
He
and the only begotten son
My Lord
For he so feared the word
He left his only begotten son
To shed his blood
Show that pain is love
But I won't cry
'round
The time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the
Heart of the 'Stuy so on the Fourth of July
We would always stop by
Man, I ran through the bush
up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem, even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is
a repo is
You really think you know how my people live?
You think you down because you know who Deebo is?
PTSD on my emo shit
Deep down in my heart, where
a repo is
You really think you know how my people live?
You think you down because you know who Deebo is?
PTSD on my emo shit
Deep down in my heart, where
is hectic, gotta get it
Here tomorrow ain't a promise to me
So I don't live in fear, working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it
is hectic, gotta get it
Here tomorrow ain't a promise to me
So I don't live in fear, working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it
the world, and been a lot of places
Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home
And if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama?
Who's
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
make for broken homes
Now my love for you is dead and gone
Dead and gone
You'll be wanting me all night long
Really hope you get it done
You better love
PD is
I'm on it, act like they want it
I'm'll bring the heat
Just let me know the place we plan to meet
And I'm in it sure as your heart beat
as we bury niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind
breeze, heart so cold
Step up to the plate, where your money at?
Bobby Brown on cake with a hundred packs
New editions, Lisa Lisa
We were secret lovers, had
sorry, I fucking hate when you hurt, Hai
And sweeties, thank you for waiting to open gifts
But, girls, you can just open 'em
Dad ain't making it home
that's talkin', givin' her head, the streets will follow
I come from a place where niggas my age ain't placed to see tomorrow
To each his own but each
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
bound
Can't you hear 'em hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay - hey!
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart's
This boy is staying acoustic
There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
ain't gotta grab the musket
It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
.png/220px-LeToya_-_Not_Anymore_(single_cover).png "Not Anymore")
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