Lyrics:
-- all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame,
heavy bags
'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags
My throwback game is wi-wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number twenty
case
No face no case
Left his ass where he stay
45 on my waist
Money long Apple Pay
L block where I stay
Selling dope by the day
Take ya bitch fuck her
One day I was in deep contemplation
The state of humanity had my brain racing
Infuriating, I had to pinpoint an answer
No longer would I ponder what
now
Pay day ain't too far away but I want the bag right now
Doctor looked inside my brain told me I want the bag right now
I ain't got too much to say
Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me
Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
moving
Have to walk on by and keep it moving
I reminisce all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't
Days go by heart get colder
Soldiers cry too as the pain get closer
Sorry I lied I should've just told ya
In school I use to write long live Steve
superhero
Planin' like i'm CEO
Ain't got time for bitch
Said that she's silly
Day passed
Now it's night really
Use to be green
Now it's black tunnels
Refrigerated...
Condensated... (I know It's wrong...)
Evaporated by SUKI!
Hollywood Hills, I'll go to your crib
We talk about work, we smoke a lil bit
I'm getting
outta Jamaica
Maintain the brain
Yes me feel so spiritual
Jamaica green, gold it is substantial
It make me physical
It make lyrical
Gone international
clown, don't talk to me
Like that, looking stupid of course.
Living day by day and you ain't hard.
Trick, hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my
gotta go another day another day
I smoke until I green out
'Cause I smoke by the pound not an ounce
Remember those times uh from at a young age
I started
the day to be no button pusher
Bring the beef to me I turn into a cooker
Whats an animal to a butcher
If you an animal im finna make a mink
Knock his brains
pulling her weave back
I be riding around with the seat back
Give me brain whenever I please
Watch me switch up the flow
I'm letting you know
It's
favourite sight
Prance and flutter stride down that green escalator, yeah
When I'm getting off the train
And my love is on my brain
Every day and every
favourite sight
Prance and flutter stride down that green escalator, yeah
When I'm getting off the train
And my love is on my brain
Every day and every
moth jar
Death wish from day one, I wake up and it rain blood
Rain check these fuck shows, I'm donezo, my brain's mush
Drumroll, I might piss
not walk further
Hills of beauty never
Seen by public eyes
Those grey pupils of urban infants
Wired and cordoned by private greed
We see no green
Not
inside my brain
I can't work them out by myself I'm lame
Girl I'm asking for your help can you please I'm praying
Dipping when I dive, I tangle knots
go
Suckas joke flexing have yo
Hanging from yo throats
It ain't no game
Don't play gain green$
Infection all in my brain
But i'm okay but i'm okay
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