Lyrics:
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(Yes, siree, yes, siree)
Worth his weight in gold
Come right in
And meet the son
Christening's done
Time to have some fun
(Yes, siree, yes,
and a laugh regardless
Instead of acting like we're strangers, yeah
Seven years ago was Shane's little one's christening
AB was there tryna put to bed all
CRY WITH NO TEcRS
Heaven in your eyes on your christening day
Till the world comes in and takes it all away
Father have you forsaken me
Mother
Glocks at christenings
Hammer cock, in the fire position and, what?
Get live, motherfuckers
Ready to die, motherfuckers
Come here, come here
Glocks at christenings
Hammer cock, in the fire position and, what?
Get live, motherfuckers
Ready to die, motherfuckers
Come here, come here
the D.O.C. on the boss
Creating, demonstrate some realate to easy listening
But here's a christening of what you've been missing
An exhibition, a hip-hop
God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin' babies at they christening
Motherfucking Biggie Smalls
What you gonna do with
is listening,
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin' when I hear what haters be whisperin'
What makes you
at the christening
I'm exercising, doing liftings and twistings
Instinct's the nicest, I keep telling you
What the fuck this guy on the corner been selling you?
and cry
At another person's wake
If you're quick
For a kick
You could pick
Up a christening
But please
On my knees
There's a human life at stake!
the D.O.C. on the boss
Creating, demonstrate some realate to easy listening
But here's a christening of what you've been missing
An exhibition, a hip-hop
This life I live, I've always gotta stay alert
Forgive me Lord for all the christening's and the funerals
Where I've bought it into church
I know
the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your
Glocks at christenings
Hammer cock, in the fire position and, what?
Get live, motherfuckers
Ready to Die, motherfuckers
Come here, come here
the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your
Go and cry
At another person's wake
If you're quick
For a kick
You could pick
Up a christening
But please
On my knees
There's a human life
christening
Tell your homie, tell his homies
He 'gon need more homies ain't this a bitch
I got the extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck
I dare
listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking
excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better
God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
the christening
A suit for the wedding and a suit for the court case
Probably wear the same suit to the funeral
Tryna see the bigger picture
man it's bigger
like a thing that we do
Elvis is living too fat and slow now
To care what we say about him
Picking up hitchhiking Elvis's
Christening babies
the wheels of ambition at
The christening
So I went out walking on the
Streets of the dead
With a chip on my shoulder
And a voice in my head
It said you have
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