Lyrics:
the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs
Where the pews used to be, and havin' all that room (seein' as how they took
Out all
And who will say that I stayed much too long?
Clothes of sand have covered your face,
Given you meaning but taken my place,
So make your way on down
I'ma tell you three bitch-ass hustlers that I don't like
One of 'em is a bitch-ass nigga who just got a job
And with his first check he gon' score
I'm that smart against ya'll
Your no competition
Finished like a mission
R.I.P to the niggas that be dissin
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How
up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Lookin' to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like it
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
else
Down streets and alley's win some, lose some
Then pretend to be pally, boom
Revenge is on the horizon status is rising
I was like JR, I didn't stop
stone-cold, I relate to the snow
On the road where I roll
Like an 18 that's chrome
And I ain't been at home
Still, I may be that bloke
That will roll on you
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
diamonds on my neck look like fluid (drip)
I'm from the Zone 3 if you niggas ain't knew it (3)
I'm throwin' up the north 'cause that is my hood (North)
approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close
the bumble bee on a Cheerios box
So I wear it everywhere now
Cause it's exclusive
It look like my watch and Medusa
Just had a stare down
So hoes be pulling
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Uh, back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Lookin' to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like
up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Uh, back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Lookin' to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like
aura back
I used to be so fucking confident
But these days, I swear that-"
I don't know my self
I don't know myself no more
It's 3:30 Lesley was
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out,
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
aiming at your bros and
Taking shots like Tenerife
Then I'm out the door like I just
Got a shot for 10 of each
Pride will be the end of me
I'll just lose
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
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