Lyrics:
to the world, by G O D
Shine that light on me, put that light on me
Cause I was sent to the world, by G O D
[verse 2]
I was a born loser, I was a born sinner
Now
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
by, hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a date and time
Septemeber 14th, 73
Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for
And grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by
Hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out
A date and time septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready
[Recycle Bin:]
NES at the Shack is how I first got down,
Pops got a job, moved the fam to Sea-town,
Checkin' BBS's for my warez and porn,
Around this
my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is living to this day?
I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They
"Killa you're face to face with Scarface"
G to the E to the T.O.
Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end
Mr. Scarface not
We left initials in a pine tree
Hand prints in the concrete
Graffiti on the wall of that coffeeshop on 5th
I still can't drive by the high school
of the planet
I kill killing orders like a lieutenant
Hit the planet Earth then explode like a human cannon
The universal author, born to kill saga
Givin'
O Little Town of Bethlehem
(Lewis H. Redner - Phillips Brooks)
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see Thee lie
Above Thy deep and dreamless
weed trip
First day hitman here's your wine take a sip
Yeah feeling lonely
Now I'm strolling
Through this concrete jungle loathing
About why I lived this
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
justice
'Cause the kangaroo court don't trust us
Wasn't the first and won't be the last
Brothers gotta move to get that ass
Plead your case
to paint a picture that it's not
Tell Skulli like cuz I hope by next year bikini bottom is a yacht
Been thinking like how much money I want
Can't even put
Saturday Night in my town
We jump in the car and we ride all around
Just a Saturday night
Just a Saturday night
Just a Saturday night
Just
yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
(M.A.K)
Call em up mehn its going down,
Its no gist that i run the town,
Concrete how i lay it down
Fuck niggaz trynna steal my sound..
I drop tape on tape
you left your first born lost
Give or take a few
Cause my hate for you
Grew, over the years
Through blood, sweat, and tears
I wanted to be just
Fuckin' them whores
Instead of claiming what's rightfully yours
Holdin' my heart from all the pain you caused
With no direction you left your first born
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
That hot Sunday in Texas
Where I ate my tears for breakfast and drove out
Your silence really said it
As I took that final exit out of town
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