Lyrics:
word her honour to defend
I will, I will she sighed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
Then drowned in
the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat
brother got shot
I'm at his funeral on his casket dropping rocks
Sister crying and mom's going crazy
My uncle Marvin and advice could even phase me
I'm
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
Khadafi]
What we live for, what we die for
It's the stress, it's the test, this my war
The words I live by, ya'll never run scared
But this life, this is
die smokin'
Go to the funeral, my homie's dead
He passed away got caught up in the
Wrong place, got blasted, hey
It's just anotha part of bein' black
It
Mandem calling me luffy finna come through while I bring out the one piece
Look at my wrist
You all be dead by half past two on my time piece
Get
it go)
Fuck a drive-by, run 'em down so we know we got 'em (Hit 'em)
Know we chopping, test 'em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
All this money got
pussy ass niggas spinned the block
The same pussy niggas, I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga tryin to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was
thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot
Lets get it on
Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many bloody
to give you guidance but not say too much
Tried to lead by example, didn't I have some nerve
Telling you stay out the street while I was out slanging herb
seat
I know men who sell shots
Fa me they sell some cheap
Bad like Itchy Boo from Nelson street
Deadly like cholera
No medicine fee
A Funeral service
time to rest
Walking alone
Trapped in my own zone
My own enemy couldn't save me
I walk the path of a ghost but I'm past that test
And the message you
Twist it in my hand my hand
Everyday they test me
Ye everyday is a test test
Cop is trying to arrest him
For selling dope
Life stress too stressed
My own
Yeah, Yeah
Relationship day are based on sex
Everybody wanna sharpen the pencil For the test
Guess if I'm a little bit different I Better left
Now the funeral is over, and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hanging tape on the cut getting fired up
Looking for the nigga who pulled his pistol
the truth is out with no mould
Unaffected by basic, special qualities grow
Gratitude is my payment, I spend it all on my home
Hard work ain’t
slide cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you
all fails at least I live with memories
Judgement day, my only day of death
So motherfucker don't you test me, nigga
I came rolled in a break
Your
boys a test ya, murda happen every day
Second line it be the outcome of the D.J
Niggas getting smashed all in the French Quarters in broad day
The dope
be hiding, like where is they at
cin't nobody that's realer then me and if he is then we're is he at
We gone pull up to the funeral with flower
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
slide cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you
provoke
They run real fast
When they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!)
I got - hot ones to test y'all, bless y'all
West y'all - at the - funeral hall
Your
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