Lyrics:
they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
All/ Nigga in
firm in the city
It was there where she met that kid
Started out just lunch, and turned into after work at the crib
She was impressed by the way he lived
inspected for smuggled pills
Yo dog, it ain't my shit
It was this other guy that came
Up in here, took a dump
And there wasn't not nothing I coulda done
But I
way I will not stray
From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay
I think for myself, I take advice
And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice
I
the operators
Taking you through space and time
King copulators hittin' that every night
And we'll be hitting it forever more
You know the score
Downtown lovers
It’s something that feels empty
To everyone who
Reaches that point this concept of
The selfish human, this idea of
Separation by race, or gender
the screenplay
But life don't work that way (what you mean it don?t work that way?)
So lonely here I lay
Wishing you was still my lady
[Chorus]
When it's
fucked up hand that G dealt
Lazarus help me 'cause it's hazardous to T's health
He's set trippin' he's tryna get a nigga killed
and get a nigga peeled,
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
skint; but I'll happily steal one from OPM if you
want. This is a complete ramble by the way, and I think that when
Household Name hear this, they'll be
it's tragic, 'cause she'll fall like plastic
Recycle he said, what a grim habit
At least here the weather's tender
I feel a gentle zephyr
But this lack
Passed down like 4x100m relay
It's a dash to the summit
And Hustlers can't stomach crabs in the bucket
That would cash in their mothers facts
You not
fine really
Picture that
Now picture this
I'm my own nemesis
Evils what you make it out to be
Not to be
Not to see
Not to run and Im still creeping
again
So imma set them on their way
(So again is over before it's again)
(Run they mouth cause they short circuited)
Ha that's me when I pull up
Right
Saturday night
Here we go
Some day I'll be Saturday night
I'll be back on my feet, I'll be doin' all right
It may not be tomorrow, baby, that's OK
I
Saturday night
Here we go
Some day I'll be Saturday night
I'll be back on my feet, I'll be doin' all right
It may not be tomorrow, baby, that's OK
I
This is Minike's season, It's me that keep feedin',
Without the ball, I'm weakin',
Jim is a western man, But Minike is an east man
My shots got way
me and I know what he feels'
It's not his fault I found him underneath my own heels
I don't know what compelled me to stroll through his home
But
of a world."
Christine Miller: "Well, I don't see it like that. I mean, I feel like that--as long as there's life, there's hope. That's my faith."
Jim Jones:
focused
It's ok
That's the way
That's the way
We danced like children
Cuz we were children
In the end I'm not afraid to say
We peaked in seventh grade
When
I swear this time i'll get it right
And if not then that's ok yea i'll be fine
I'll be fine
Operator, operator
I'm down to my last dime
Could you
the start
He could see it in my hands yea
Uncle Jim's known from the start
He could see it yea
Come around come around here on a Sunday
Corn bread
daughter
So I'm hard on a bimbo
When it come to the bars
Shit harder than the laws
Made by Jim Crow
I feel like Leo
I'm stuck in limbo
Do whatever to get
idiotic choices when my cocks hard Pop a bottle
And drink until I feel like Im not by Myself
And I Gotta Control myself or the cops are Baby im sorry
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