Lyrics:
Lord forgive me
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I
take him
Like Who gon' hit the heaven gates
Hunnids dumb
Blue face
ford focus
Different wraith
50 bands
Different case
Tall grass
Hella snakes
He
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
Let's grab the pen I'm in album mode if you haven't noticed
The album was golden Pain Through the Scriptures went platinum
All in my inner circle
Guided by the strange birds with blue feathers
Sometimes depression visits and that's when I use my wrist as a canvas
And let these powerful emotions flow
resurrected
I'm the solstice of the day
I bring news from the blues of the Caspian"
My man laughs, he's one them crazy motherfuckers
Turn the music back up -
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
nigga, Boogs
He got killed by a best friend He got killed by a best friend
So I need to know Baby, would you ride around for me
Down to die for me? Hit
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
of the power that he holds, so he goes
Along with the show
44's in every rhyme
Like his album was a gun shop
Clips in every line
Every word is a gunshot
Claiming
And along those lines run life and death
You know, so a few years went by, a couple
Albums, success, out of the
Blue sky Dre departs, he leaves us
Death
The pillows Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world like, "What the fuck is he plannin'?"
Just make sure that
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
Flooded the Sky Dweller bezel with ice
My man shot a nigga daughter by mistake
He took a quarter
Asked him why he copped out
He said that's better than life
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
Tyga said he got the drop on the album
Fuck it slide and shoot up the block
Niggas knowin' how we come through
G5 out the sunroof
Ain't got no
at the mall in blue drawers
On some do-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal
Heyyyyyy
[Chorus: Petey
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
Bro deep in, he putting niggas ona bottom
Bro locked in, if he ain't got it den I gottem
If he ain't got it den I got em, Nigga he gone slide
My life
album, drop the tape
Ayy, same tape one day, make me hunnid K
Ayy, ran out, ran out, ran out the place
Ayy, ran out, Blue Hills, where we used to stay
Left
Kill him where he stand or stand over him shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block
And blam I ain't backing down
Ain’t going back, ain’t going back
Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man
____________________________________________________________
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
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