Lyrics:
And I could find out what it's like to play
The games that daddies play
She quickly turned to hide the tears
From her son of seven years
He didn't
demolish your name
Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin' this is dedicated to the one I love
Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up
There's not a moment to lose in the game
Don't let the troubles in your head
Steal too much time, you'll soon be dead
So play
All fall down
It won
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn
can hide from man but not your conscience
You eat the bread of sorrow drink the wine of violence
Allow yourself to be conquered by the serpent
Why
Beginning of a sunrise bores a big hole in the sky
Not to reason why that armed children are in this world
And fighting in the name of God's way
Members only. Volume, Volume 3
Uh, won't fall my nigga, I slip not
Won't fall my nigga, I slip not
Won't fall my nigga, I slip not
I won't be
couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me, can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past
You wanna last? Be
I'm moppin' the floors with 'em, I keep tryna pass it
But they keep on droppin' the torch and it won't be long 'til this sport is O-V-
E-R, Just Blaze
graduated high school
Stopped going when I was in 7th grade
Remember not doing much
And this fat gay gym coach
Kept pushing my neck
That's when I first
you won't be away too long
You know that I'm not that strong
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything, whoa
you could play the life of the party
If you can pray with me
Who needs lovers? Not I
Who needs heaven above?
Don't have time for things unsaid
For
out some Hen
This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac
And you can best believe -
That it won't stop, uh
You should've known that I'd be coming back
Especially
hundred, they like, "Mac Critter just gave it" (gave it)
I know the opps sittin' back, lookin' like, "That shit crazy" (crazy)
7th Street nigga (7th
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
until you can't wash them any more
It is like an epidemic and you won't find a cure
Upper class you could be rich, middle class wheter you are poor
I know, I know
You're trying to save yourself baby
I'm not wrong
For stopping by, for staying tonight
'Cause the only thing to do
Could be for me
that you heard it
The voice from within, not above, so do what you love
Ain't no way I could keep it up feelin' this feelin'
It's creepin' up, tellin'
until you can't wash them any more
It is like an epidemic and you won't find a cure
Upper class you could be rich, middle class wheter you are poor
also
People were like this, started talking about the ghost production
But that's how I got in the game
If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here
So
of the game is this, oh
You gotta pay your dues, don't be a fool
What part of the game is this, oh
And if you don't play by the rules you loose
Now let me
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All good kids go to heaven
Cuz the other 3 gotta face armagaden
But even those 7 might not make to September
For this can't be
for anyone
Stick around, this could turn into heaven
I'll be real, I love your energy
Cause you're real, you ain't just anything
Yeah I'm down, but not
come if you like
To feel good, I would help you if I could
But I am out here searching
For the things that might have been
I need no more reminders
Not
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