Lyrics:
been the man since I was 5'4"
Steppin' on my opps like a cockroach
Said that I'm the one that she would die for like bitch don't hold your breath
Blue
didn't want no note
My brother keep telling me he coming home
Flights outta town we gone shop right in Rome
20 In blues I showed him on the phone
Sometimes
Ima be good, yea ima be great
Niggas will spit in they hand
My heart was in my mine
Then dap me up
That's what i hate
I be so hurt by the fake
ambassadors for MERCY
Keeping the kingdom dream alive!
North Beach Tagging Blues
North Beach Tagging Blues
Mike's soprano sings "My Favorite Things"
Reverend
related
This for all times that they made us feel degraded
Shoulda seen me riding in my blue elantra
It was never me alone I had my mans ya
Shoulda seen me
What else is a poor boy supposed to do?
I emptied my wallet, my head and my shoes
Lord, I believe I've got the workingman's blues
I walk into the barber
to mushroom mountain, once or twice but who's countin'?
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills (yo, yo)
Cool, calm, just like my mom
to mushroom mountain, once or twice but who's countin'?
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills (yo, yo)
Cool, calm, just like my mom
called my name and passed on by
Well he came back don't you know
With his brother six in tow
And that is how number thirteen wound up by my side.
care, give me a brick
All for God's kingdom; new day
Feelin' slick, God ain't quit: tell me why would I quit?
Tell me what you say; I will not stay in my
Got me dipping in and out of traffic
On point for them blue lights flashing
Two nice scratching now hotels
On crunk so drunk I'm bout to go fell
Oh
together..."
Gotta shoutout my brother Clark D
I appreciate you, man, these beats go crazy
I had to (Yurrr) I had to, what up, dawg?
This one's for the culture
back to you your married and
Im happy for you and I’m a
Extremely happy black brother out
Here trying to make
A difference for my kids and the
Next
Good morning Vietnam
My style is triple, quadruple, damage for mc's
I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke
Human exhaust, you wanna
the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
[ VERSE 2 ]
I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers
Red or blue, black's the color
We got a chance, so we can
a hole inside a brother, turn him to a dvd (what)
And I come with the heat like I'm Tyler Herro
Boutta stack up these bands like I'm Robert De Niro
Got
still blowing, Lord,
You know the song were flowing
From a broken-hearted lady
By the wayside.
Listen to my song, you
Kept it ringing clean
brother said he got revenge for my mother's face
Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase
'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain
around us
Vert talk, october baby, this gutter
This trench talk
I touch down on the beat, it's the end zone
Big Vert, mind my brothers, my kinfolk
Big God
through miles of fading graffiti
My world's going down, well it has been for years
It sucks to admit, but it's true
Cause friends will start fighting, when
Fuck out my ends, getting a tan
Hatching a plan like i did it again
Not making amends, i feel like a villain
I'm here for the women not really to chat
Im
can't do
I drink henny for the pain now when I drink, I'm buyin' two
Miss my brother, he got jammed up by them boys that's wearin' blue
They done killed
what I'd like to be
Cos I'm quite sure by thunder I'd be anything but me
Cos I've got the blues, got the blues
My pa's in jail and momma's on the booze
yeah my niggas they tweaking
They reckless like motherfucking Rugrats
And these niggas, they claim that they gang for real
Yeah most of these niggas,
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