Lyrics:
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in
Fighting with my brothers
Demons fleeing by the thousands
Coming to they territory
Burning down they houses
Army of the Lord
Got the enemy surrounded
A Holy
the same
Just another way to make it work
I'll step make it work, I'll step
In the Club with my brothers yeah
See you standing over there like you're
the hell will I cope
If I lose another?
Looking for a way out of this
Deep gutter
Another deep cut making me numb
If you're poppin
Addy after xanny
And molly
pop, but that's another story
Sleeping on me still in a different category
Legendary, HBK my brothers, it's hereditary
Let's get it
I do legendary
One man's profit is another man's pain, ones suffering and another man's gain, the way we treat each other is a goddamn shame there's winners
still down for me now?)
By the way that you smile
(Yeah, are you still down for me?)
Left once again at home
Another night on your own
Ain't no fun
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
Peace my Nubian brothers (Peace)
Ayyo knowledge this, we came here to do one thing
And this is what we gonna do
We gonna drop the bomb (Drop
without a care
Well I no longer see your pain that feels like a river
Has it been lifted away by the angels wings, my brother
Oh Oh Oh yeah
If I get
yeah I'm in the clear brother
See my shoes fitting right, my hat's on tight
Doing me, living life, in the clear
I got cash in my pockets and fam by my
away from around the way
Me and my girl went to the movies
Madly in love, we got shot by Cupid
We both had fat jewels on
So I brought my joint in
to Jah Jah to receive his soul, well
Gunshot, another one
He didn't want to live by the gun
Lord, they say he's a rebel in the streets
My little
plans and hope for the best
Life moves on so damn fast
Another twelve months flies on by, you're still here
But it's never quite next year
My little boy
The day of outrage history another page.
You lack the word of this, but now there is a brother J
We're the warriors, of the masses.
All the benelovent,
together only time will prove it
Another thing I learned life can vanish in a second it also goes by fast quicker than you ever reckoned
Brothers sisters
As new, good as new, good as new)
The people are dead
But the money keeps talking
Another dark night, teethin the
Market of B-sheep
Like I'm walking around
And now I'm back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
Energized by another plane
By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
They can't beat me,
scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still
When you got it together brother, that's just how it goes.
Who's that
Cool dude, I'm kicking back, earning my food by setting the mood
I'm so high, I fly
of religion, stay on track and don't get lost
If religion is a way of life, then embody the scriptures
Don't be led astray from rationale by specifics, or your
spit it just what you want
I can spit it just the way you need
Knowledge over greed
I get it in with bro T
Rock on a beat by my seed
Now Let me proceed
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
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