Lyrics:
Yeah, mula, uh
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent (amen)
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but
should
He isn't good, he isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do?
Oh, my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I
a two liter (let's drink)
Scorchin' hot flame, all that Future drop is heaters
I put passion in my lyrics and I'm workin', nigga (and I'm workin',
the motor running and parked by the door
Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
Too many relays for DJs to replay
I do the reject while I
Eject your new singlay
Hot enough to sit in hell
Then unveil in heatwave
Piss on a demon with
we go, here we go
It's dark and hell is hot, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
And then there was x
Got niggas like what's next and then
Hit
like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government ain't got me
Yet so
dot org
For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close to my crew, we
single is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass
The competition never just want to admit that they lost
And that they last about as long as my part in the wash
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's
should
He isn't good, he isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do?
Oh, my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I
This is hell in paradise
We're all asleep or paralyzed
Why are we scared to verbalize
Our multi-color dreams?
When will we come to realize
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
together,
Or is never still a good time to call?
Are you still hot, girl, as a firecracker?
'Cause you were smokin' when you pulled out
I know hell ain't
to build, this is time to build
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name
Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves
Cause Ja
my first album bout the brothers is back like men in black same city as Will
Freeway know for pulling the gat out all ya stacks haters want to rap
Oh, hell, hey, yeah (suu)
And it's a new celebration of this groovy
Better livin' (better livin')
Lifestyles (lifestyles)
Oh this-, oh yeah yeah,
That boy's hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too
Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
So you can hate him, he don't blame you,
hell's kitchen, ugh
And I'm so, I'm so hot, hot, ya'll burnin' up, HOT
I step in, it's like the wedding between Hope and Armaggedon
The Hip Hop Moses
name is spoken on the
Tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go!
Now how the hell do you explain
My claim to fame?
From
[Dmx] (from Look Thru my Eyes)
Burning in hell, but don't deserve to be
Got niggas I don't even know that wanna murder me
[Drag]: Every day is
the cop, he's knocked, and now he's faceless
The spot was hot, he's Scott, that's what his name is
When he was out with clout, people surround him
Now
so I'm wishin' you well
I'm back, grindin' hot and tuck in yo' tail
I'm back, soon as I hit da crowd gon' yell
I'm back, hotter than a nigga in hell
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