Lyrics:
one unison son plus there aint no I in we
No
The Hip-Hop Society
Matter fact one last fact for yall thats a whole nother act
Yeah yeah an by another
to herself
Got on her knees, cried out for help
As time when by, it started to sink in
Life got hard, ended up drinkin’
Started thinking, I ain’t got no worth
stars that shine
Reciprocate the movement of my planetary sign
To the east I heard it was the motion of peace
Make it right with the mic and my cyphers
Money come and Go
But memories here to stay
I say that I'm on the way
But really I'm making plays
God damn
Wish I️ was home
For the Holidays
Money come
Trying to keep you in my grasp
Trying to find your number but I never got that far with you
Waiting for the next plane
Thoughts of you stuck in the rain
people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for improvement
Our
niggas I don't really trust hoes
Cause both ways ain't really how the fuckin' love go
But no matter how far your body may roam
I know that for the holidays
different here
How i wonder what is family
Not like the one I've known
But when they're around i feel home
It's cold and far
From where family are
But i feel
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
and shivering against the cold rain. Often, as we passed through towns, I saw men and women digging in the ruins of their homes for something they might still
of cleaner fresher fruit
My spirit's destitute, ain't no hell or purgatory
Ain't nobody praying for me, I'm always by myself, I'm lonely
Even when we speak, I
somebody's Ferrari
Spread love, that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her, people
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep
rock microphones right
West Coast, East Side, for life!
It ain't no need for the fronting black, between me and you
Reality bites, so I'ma keep it
and simply pray I make it home pray that nothing happens to my dome she'd
Call and hear a tone leave a message after the- I'm bound to hear it no I'm writing
Before we go any further {Just be}
You know that I got my lady at home
And I'm sorry, sorry
(No) I can't see you on my birthday
(No) I can't see you
nothing less
Come bring your gas let's put both to the test
Right to head ain't no need for a vest
You might lose a lung if it get to yo' chest
I'm done
no, what
You either pray or you get preyed on
Let me show you where I came from
This the belly of the beast
We're robbing bellies in the East
I swear I
said I'm only warming up
This is for the pioneers from Primo to Pete yo this high science here
Avant garde East Coast make 'em bob they heads
Nigga, my
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
he made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up, girl
And you'll go far listen to me when I say"
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
And the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother
A chamber black as pitch
But I felt no fear, only comfort, for I was as a child
A holiday, a holiday
And the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church
The Gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done
that's my movement I will
I missed his artery by an inch I need some improvements damn
I got them judging me together they think I'm stupid that's what
And like the road, I'm going on and on and on
Flayed and gutted, so I've got to go
Back home, hungry for a hand to hold
And no matter how much I fan
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