Lyrics:
a sauna
But we love God and we go where He wanna
Himself, the best gift He could ever give
Who can take a set of
Kids trippin' off of sedatives
Give them
it hell for us
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let em play me for
A Hell Of A Fire
Got To Mess Around And Take Ya All Higher
My Clientele Climb The Great Big Boost
I'm The Give It All And Turn It Loose, Huh
All You Fly
and triple as hard
Really could live life without the oppression
They take opportunities give em to others
The ones that don't look like not me or my
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
[B Real]
Can I live? I know you won't give me the freedom
Cuz your kids coem, but you don't want me to lead 'em
man
The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
Skipping school with my homies
lost his life
Up there on the Blvd, shot em down with no regard
A cold New York night when this kid lost his life
Up there on the avenue, no witnesses
you know I gotta give
More for the dancefloor and I'ma give brain sore
Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw
I make em say: Damn man, that Kid
kids come to knock up on your door so
Let 'em in, let 'em in
Let 'em in (hey)
Not a day goes by
When I ain't gettin' high, they wonder
Why don't I
repression
If you don't do it for yourself
Than do it for the kids
They got a life to live
Some Mountains
And a light to give
Why don't they wanna see my smile
And things they didn't allow
And that's just so they just cool us down
And then I know they stole 'em down, uh
Do you beat your kids?
Do you read to your kids
the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too long
So what's my option, do it or not
the other single celled
Hopin' to god that fuckin' your single sells
I'm bringin' hell, side by side with FMA
I'm the ultimate organism
I got my horns filed
give my booty away and keep it tight a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need
parents got their lives claimed-
By a killer-
That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King
After the murder scene-
They don't give a f*ck if we
with more wild flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with
Me 'cause I give 'em Hell
languages
Goddamn, ain't that a bitch?
Savages, savages, homie we dem savages
That's just the way we live
So my kid's kids will be some
Savages, savages,
give my booty away and keep it tight a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need
and out the crib
So she make his life hell
Can't even see the kids
Gotta give ha money
Hair and nails did kids looking bummy
Tears in his ears
Baby momma
live in brooklyn
Well keith, cee know, my fist in butters fro
We live in brooklyn
The fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy hells to spark
It's crowded
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
their soul
They love my accent, they love my passion
They love my romance and they love my swag
And they want me to love em but I’m not capable of it
I
schools to livin in
Different livin rooms
Drinkin chemicals and makin sure
I'm offending you
Givin juuls to kids to diminish youth
While I'm takin hits
But you came down and died for me
Will you take me as I am
My father had a few last words to give
I be telling people the reason to live
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