Lyrics:
c boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
Don't stop dancing to the music
Just let the music make you high
We've got rhythm, you can use it
Don't let this feeling pass you by, by, by
been rolling
They can talk for hours in the end it's just posters
Keep me out of your drama I won't lose my composure
I don't follow anyone I'm moving
The Conspiracy
'Cause we ain't gonna never stop
You just keep wasting your energy on us
You should find something to do with your time, time
And quit fucking
to the man downtown
Oh oh got to keep moving on
Keep on moving on
I don't have no fun
I can't feel no pain
You must understand
You can't enjoy life in
Growing shoulder heavy
No forgetting
Hope I go to Heaven
Note, October 7th
Stop playing Beefy
Daddy back by afternoon
Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Raji'un
at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell
'Til it's heaven
Justify my thug, my
hundred, they like, "Mac Critter just gave it" (gave it)
I know the opps sittin' back, lookin' like, "That shit crazy" (crazy)
7th Street nigga (7th
Cause you hatin
Naw
We aint the wrong ones
We aint the wrong ones
We be the grown ones
I had this same dream back in 7th grade
Knew I would be getting 7
out it was too late
Word got around he out of town, moving weight
When he touched down, have a meet me on 7th
Shots rang off but all G's go to heaven
now
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And laid his body down
Half a mile from Tucson by
The Conspiracy
'Cause we ain't gonna never stop
You just keep wasting your energy on us
You should find something to do with your time, time
And quit fucking
at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell
'Til it's heaven
Justify my thug, my
slammin' brakes 'cause I'm late
Still courtside at the Pelican's game but they won't say my name
Blanco Leopardo, I'm the 7th ward lord
The chopper never
don't stop
Aficionado, so fashionable
Wit a confident swagger, international
Game so tight the girls had to go
And you don't stop!
[Beanie Sigel]
don't stop
Aficionado, so fashionable
Wit a confident swagger, international
Game so tight the girls had to go
And you don't stop!
[Beanie Sigel]
feelings a habit
Gripping the foot of a rabbit
Tripping I'm full of the acid now
Back in 7th grade swore I would never pass the loud around
Now I regret
"Please stop lyin'"
Hey, check the Rollie, bitch, it's my time
It's Slime Mob 'til the death of me
Don't say you love me if you won't kill for me
I see
yo, they'll cry out "Bo"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standing on the stage and we're pouring
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six bodies dropped, and nobody went to heaven
Block stay hot when I'm creeping with the weapon
Gotta
you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently
Girl, you know that you need
To stop givin' me the silent, treatment baby
Can't you see what you
Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin' cases from
you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently
Girl, you know that you need
To stop givin' me the silent treatment, baby
Can't you see what you
yo, they'll cry out "Bo"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standing on the stage and we're pouring
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