Lyrics:
nowhere to kick it
I guess five bucks aint enough on it
I guess i do gotta lie to kick it
Im banned from church
I told you im a lowlife
You go on ahead ill
tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see
hour, I'll never see you again
I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time
24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die
I watched my grandpa speak French with
daddy spoil
Tega just threw a word Dee Wayne Dey with me by seven
Forget church packaging all man still wan go the heaven
But you see these girls, go Dey
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy
With the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy
Your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya
the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf
No peace so don't get caught up with no piece
Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef
Momma's mourning
my side Right on my side
Ride by my side you there when I Need you God yeah On God
If you need it I’ll give you hand
If I had it I’ll give you band
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler
the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Whoa, this is the big pill)
(Yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(There they go again
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
never get home again
But I'll carry the songs I learned when we were kids
I'll carry the scars of generations gone by
I'll pray for you always,
The mack is back
Sweeping up snack packs
Still slinging that game on the rock track
Feeling this bank and it don't stop, no
Here we go again setting
Bawk bawk bawk, you get it first
If you scared then go to church
Let's get this money
All my life I've been strugglin' with this paper
Keep a strap
the real bills
We got enough of this shit
To go get Osama killed
Pay a little nigga to go figure
Out where ya momma live
Leave her address in the mailbox
(you're such a Barbie)
Na-na, na-na-na-na (yo, Mariah)
I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin'
All up in the church, he was sneakin' with
like a ground out
Catch me posted on the corned like a time out
Play the game by the rules never foul out
Bunch of monsters with the gang lay something
like a ground out
Catch me posted on the corned like a time out
Play the game by the rules never foul out
Bunch of monsters with the gang lay something
from nerf to turf to dirt
Getting earthed by little squirt
The hunger
No momma no dinner
And you looking like desert your honor
No father no bread winner
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back
cause daddy is hardly ever around
And mom is always busy from work and my baby sis
I understand but I just wanna feel momma's kiss again
Walk into this
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