Lyrics:
You've gotta throw your hands up and let the night come
I like watching you out there, it's comforting
Tell me, what can I say to keep you in my
Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands
(BOOGZY on the track) ayy
Ayy ayy, ayy
I'm in the middle of the
Projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice
So we choose to take
[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
(You see it's real, they be like look at that
(Let's go, Nobel)
I'll be the help, I don't mind
(It's 3AM somewhere)
I stepped in
I ain't want you to be betrayed by my friends
It's on me,
reflection in the sand,
Wondering where you will wash up, oh
I ran to the water,
Mmhhmm,
I can put my hands down yeah,
But I wont bring nothing up,
Sitting
all the discharge
hand me to my momma say we writing up the discharge
24 hours later we in my Uncle Chris Car
Made a left into the projects
and the people disappear'd
The clowds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standin in my backyard
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it
Yea...|Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.|It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.|All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad
You're already great
You're the promised land
You're the helping hand
Woke up this morning
Thinking about you and your new deal (my American friend)
you can't stand so you throw up your hand,
And you find you're as cold as an icicle;
In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold
Clocks)
more that the centuries
And in another village in a far off foreign land
The new day breaks out opening up its hand
And the sun has the moon in his
[chorus of waifs:] lay me down.
[soldier:] to sleep.
[PART IV]
[evening]
[widow:] o the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin
As you climb up
and a
A manicured hand out like "pay me nigga"
Or I'm tellin' your wife
Or startin' up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life
Beef is when a gangster ain't doin'
eyes like peepin' the rocks
I'm movin' it fast TV's up in the dash
Step out the whip instantly surrounded by ass
Anyone who thinks I ain't gon' last
Pop
rain soon
And cuttin' loose in hand me down wheels
And knockin' them Friday night beers back
By the train tracks and thinkin' that
I'd never miss
were here
If you take me by the hand
Open up your heart
I'll help you find your way back home
Have a little faith
Don't give up on love
I"ll help
and apron, over a flame bakin'
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
Y'all better duck
hit it with a taze,
Cop come by they can smell that I blaze, But they ain't find us like we up in a maze.
...is that your girl? or my last round?
She
embrace, need to chase,
And as a result our hard work goes to waste.
So we turn the page, pick up playing the bass
And enticed by the sound realm, start
gon cut it off
And if you dey cap, we gon shut it up
And Incase your energy high, you like to turn
Link up we gon party hard
Said if you dey jump, we
the backseat, too geeked, bout 8 deep
Shawty top me, hands up, put her at ease
Told ya I can't talk about it, I can't give out no recipe
Nigga move your hand away
no pool
Gotta super soaker cause I'm old school
And I'm a skinny dude but I'm so cool
So get ya cups up
Hands high
Bands a make her dance while
We take
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