Lyrics:
Were Ouija boards banned still to this day
Why? why why
Cus they were jumping around
In this old house of pain
Come on
Ouija please
Release ma brother
doggy bag
Everybody listenin'
Beats still pumpin
and mickey still glistenin
Around here we take ballin around to the next step
On them 22's back seat in
trust a politician
Don't interrupt me cause I'm on a mission
Niggas judging but ain't been in my position
I don't wanna listen
Glass house throwing stones
Lord forgive me
For I'm bout to sin
Again
Uh
Bow our heads
Bless the dead
Though you're no longer here
Through us you live
Forever young
Briefly old
If anything in this life is simple
If history has taught us anything
It's that you can kill anyone
Yea niggas do alot of talking
Niggas be saying
and Wesson in this mothafucka
Right now Greg Nice in this mothafucka
Right now LS in this mothafucka
Right now Baby Jesus And The All Star's
Right now 2Pac
Come on!
You gotta get up pretty early in the morning
Babe
If you think you can just up and out-slick me
Cause I've been fooled by the best
BS-ed by
To carefully follow the old man
And stay closely by his side
For on this night can one deny
The gift of a more sympathetic eye
To cast upon our fellow
out here fake
Inspired by this power
Baking up the bread need my flower
Imma be at the highest in TOWER
Sick of being quiet
Take this POWER
This world
the lords Favor. Blessed beyond measure
(what that is) A good thing
Sold By Nette. (Hello?) I'm tryna get sold By Nette (Man this rent high af)
Sold By Nette.
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
figure how to get a check out of Sony
Oh Lord, thought I watch preaching to the choir
When I'm in this pulpit I might catch on fire
Class full of gas,
and captivated by the jewels and servants.
My lord this small token is the least we could do
to honor the Lady Badroulbadour.
Actually she really deserves much
dead now
Just From Trump being in office
And Kanye trolling like hell
The Old Ye
Lives through me
Vicariously
Alive and well
I'm God's Son
But I'm
You know I got an old thot you can have
Nigga come fuck my old bitch
Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy
I'm in the kitchen I could tell you how the stove
they tell you as they are
Repeating that old seaman's rule
Watch out for those outlaws and pirates
Lord knows that they'll steal you blind
Don't mess
holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
and knelt
Times I had no one, besides myself; my protection was all this pride I felt
But the lord saved me,and I can tell— cause I never ended up inside
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
getting old bless us on time
So she go fly get
Na GOD&TIME
This life na GOD&TIME
So GOD bless us on time
Bless boys on time
Listen!!
Dem Say Who Live
a lot of my homeboys pray
but when it was time, they still got sprayed
The grass is greener, in my neighbor's yard
He's white, so his house is barred up
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
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