Lyrics:
stick a niggas roll and his fool clique
I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull SHHHH
[Doc Holiday]
U.S. marshall and your little wittle when
If I ever get caught then it's back to the prison
Ima take you back 23 years black boy hanging by a belt in a tree
Reverend jackson didn't do shit
in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Who!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me
beauty, interweaving
In U-U-U-U-UNITY
Empower!
Music is my outlet
As I offer an extension
Side by side as we're goin' for resurrection
We have been
Y'all ready for this?
Ha, I don't think so
Yeah, oh, listen to this
We gonna come at ya
Cypress Hill
Yo, yo, yo, all my niggaz say jump up
Doc broke
stick a niggas roll and his fool clique
I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull SHHHH
[Doc Holiday]
U.S. marshall and your little wittle when
""What If I Told You I Love You""
(M. Finney, J. Stringfellow)
Put that needle on that record man
It's something good for the soul
Something you all
to rock
Listen to the lyrics that the Doc expresses on the wax
You can't compare cause I'll (wax) and (tax), so max
If for some reason I lose my space
and Cole would open for Hov
Everyday a star is born, I guess I died in the womb
I ain't make it on Blueprint, so made me a blueprint
You got you a nice
done seen the most
Gon pull up in a foreign, cuz they killed bro
And now I need a ghost
But I can't go for none, that's on my soul
I'll let this heater
the trenches
Fire in the hole game commences
Third string rappers play the benches
Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls
Just life sentence, with no
Lyrics & Music by Mac Powell
From the recording: Third Day, Track #10.
Sometimes things don't work out quite the way
That you wanted them
the texture of my soul
You Just aim to please,
I'd rather get high off my disease
They say fruit fall not far from tree
Father's still in prison, wonder if too
up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It ain't no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed
the smoke
But you left with the pipe down
Coming with the pow pow
Money in the Powell
Bitch better play it loud
Nothing was the same
Bring your head out
Me and that navy ain't speakin' at sailin' I tell you I'm through
On the advice of a doc I got me a shock I had to have somethin' to do
These nerves
yet, you sound real ignorant
They’ll shoot a black man cruising by in a suit and tie
Execute a black man, ignore every truth for lies
And a conviction,
with the Doc right
(By your side)
Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right
They puttin' food in you
Your body's getting colder
Devil
I love words. I thank you for hearing my words.
I want to tell you something about words that I think is important.
They're my work, they're my play,
it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them
Ride around like Marty McFly, Sorcerer ahead of his time
When lightning strikes the clock, Make sure I'm back in time to save Doc
Ride around like
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
cochran break your pride in
I shacked up before you married up
Took the ring, pawned it for an acura
Doc, breakin the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet,
and said call me D-Nice
Fabolous Mos Def
six minutes til for Doug E. Fresh
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Back in the Dana Dane
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