Lyrics:
and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin' down
You may find yourself going underground
When they see that this life is upon us
We would see
The noble Virgin and her guide
Were long time seeking up and down
To find a lodging in the town
But mark right well what came to pass
From every door
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
understand.
I wanna take you by the hand and walk with you down that aisle.
And with you I will live my life.
I'll give you all you've had before.
So,
crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're
long
I heard your man locked down now, how long he gone?
Oh dat long
How the hell he get time like that?
Three strikes with possession, aw he ain't
then live by a lie
You can say what you will about me
Talk is cheap and i don't mind
When you lay your life down in them grooves
You know you're
the world)
I'm represented by Fetti, I'm so hardcore
Feet to the floor, on one accord
Kick open the door, not knowing the score
I'm tatted and matted,
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
the white, choppers by the back door
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got
his sheep coat
Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes
the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed
Upside-down the engine turned, poor Georgie's breast it smashed
His head was against the firebox door
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
my life through Dave Free (swear to God)
She said she broke down when Prince died (it's alright)
Bitch my hair down, Prince live through me (I am
long
I heard your man locked down now, how long he gone?
Oh dat long
How the hell he get time like that?
Three strikes with possession, aw he ain't
Full count, three runs down bottom of the ninth
Two outs gone, three men on they all roll their eyes
It's tiny's chance to prove them wrong
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
cross your heart and hope to die?
I'll bring someone to life, someone for real
Someone who feels the way that I feel
I study Sanskrit and Arabic
land is where you sit down
What goes around, comes the sky's up
Your mouths shut!
What's the real nigga addiction, addiction?
Money, weed and bitch
Id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll
But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
(mike Jones) but
Well, let me tell you about my girlie
She goes by the name of sleepy shirley
She become a real life wiro
Since she learned how to do the cairo
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