Lyrics:
"What's your name, nigga?")
Oh you don't know, yo,
It's Mr.One Eighty Seven with my dick all in ya ho
Yeah, if she want to ????
She won't know ???
in the distance listening to the slaughtering of there own.
So fear and stress sets in as the other groups approached the slaughter house led by
by criminals
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smoking skunk and mad Phillies
Beating down Billy Badasses
Cracks in stacks and masses
If
A.k.a. De La, a.k.a. The Plugs
We're about to get in this song, "Church"
A.k.a. "it's Reality"!
Hey yo, wake up!
Wipe the sleep from ya eye cracks
it
Fiends suckin' up the crack in the backyard
Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin' hard
Will he keep searchin' or will he cease
ouais j'ai failli
Il faut juste me pardonner
One time, one life any love comes in the future I will see
Love for love it's all me
By your side, bill
for yo kids dawg
(For yo kids)
See my loyalty is bound by a blood pact (Down pact)
Reason I ain't dip when this shit cracks (Never crack)
Reason I ain't
Lord have mercy Jesus Christ
Waiting for an answer
Maybe the Lord will forgive me of my sins
I ain't perfect by any means
I try to stay balanced but
the precsion
Of Eleven weapons posing by as Heaven beckons
You on that escalator up
In under seven seconds
Yo why my marijuana always
Thinking crime shit?
Cause
on how I feel for you
Like when we ugh yo I get these crazy chills from you
And when we done, yo I know the perfect meal for you
The mashed joints, big
Mr. Slick is out to prove somethin
I'm all up in this pussy, pass the chrome, time to move somethin
(Yo, it's the turnaround)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Tonight my
Still hating on yo own people yous a betch
Falling deep in that pussy feel like the abyss
Pure bliss when I'm in it feel I cannot miss
Perfect
to beat
Cause I'll be up in that ass like a bike seat
And when it comes to boneing I'm Mr Erecticy
Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy
I ive
I'm paid
Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renagade
Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny
Head crack back to back for the bail money
For
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it
Simply saying, "Mr. water, what is it that you running from?"
Asked the bird in
At night, I lie awake and this man is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
he's coming
I know he's coming
I see someone else in the fog by
to have the roll
Be sold, or be poor up in these city streets
Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like see-4 so give
and on yo ass but got yo feet up
The game fucked up I feel like they need us
Got em hooked like crack this that re-up
Put it in the bag you know the procedure
and baited him here for you
But you would just say, "No"
Probably leave us in the blistering cold
God made you damn near perfect, He just missed your soul
enlightening for your peace of mind
Everything you need in this life you live will come at the perfect time
So God bless America
In God we trust
Born in
can't get up
Have faith, stay strong, keep your head up
Yo, it only gets worse; we in a world
Where your status and your bank account determine your
crutchin' if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean)
I be reppin' in yo' section me my nigga Dean (Dean)
Ghost boys (Ghost boys), in a Ghost, nigga
That's right
Park Ave
Nigma Baby baby
What you finna tell a nigga with the world in his palm, ever calm, sipping Jack
Rolling L's, spending racks,
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