Lyrics:
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
souls, rest in peace
That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is
image isn't workin'
What good is being religious when
You're just a shitty person?
This fool went on the Breakfast Club and spit
Some Jesus raps
strip dancer that you met in a club
(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
When the thugs cry
This is what it sounds like
This is what it sounds like
This is what it sounds like
When the thugs cry (when the thugs cry,
drug!
(Tormented)
want to live my life in a day (What I meant is)
Drugs help escape the flame and pain (THC)
Roll it, light it, now you smoke your weed (I
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
is the essence
This life is a blessing
Bullshit smeared on windows
With no reflections
She's a beauty queen
With the devils intentions
A beauty
God is leading us
Beg him for forgivingness
Sinners repent their sins
And this is how the story goes
Flat on his back overcome by the rose
Satan is
bondage, what He breaks
God, we want more, so I seek Your face
Felt change inside when I got that taste
I chose God, so I can't be baked
This soul in I, is
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
who created for you everything on earth, then turned to the heaven, and made them seven heavens. And He is aware of all things.
30 When your Lord said
measuring my worth
By the digits of my rate
Like the 27 club is really
Feeling like my fate
Only have 5 years left
I gotta try to make them great
Sniffed up
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
my uncle Alchemist puff
I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club
I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must
It's
it smart, tried to play my little part
But this life was just a start God
It took your faith apart, left your kids without a heart
It wasn't meant
Love to see it happen, get the popcorn and the soda
Bet you're mad your girl is at my show, huh? (Now quiet down)
Shut the fuck up, I'm enjoying this
For the ghetto media
Don't let the light skin fool y'all
I will fuck you up
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry
This is what it
Girl I know you can't relate
But I'm too drunk to see your face
But not enough that I can't taste you
Hopin' this ain't a mistake
That heaven closes
tonight, I'll make it right
Spend the rest of my time with you by my side
Now if this life gets the best of me
And all the fame starts to fade away
Just
the nonsense
Efficient with this content on offense all odds against
Tell me what the options is
Lock and load be armed up
For all the years that they farmed us
Tryin' to make it, but never ever will
But never ever will because niggas is like, we out here naked
Always by ourself, though
Hit the blunt so I can get
There's for everyone a moment that breaks into life
Like a power switch that can't turn on the light
For someone it's when he's woken up by
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