Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah k-U-R-A, yeah, yeah
And it ain't much to me
Can tell you wanna be like us
Every time I walk in the house
I'm rocking Homme Plus
I can
of denied history, lies and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their husbands be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Run by
Wives with misty eyes watching their husbands be beaten viciously
Battling the wilderness of North America
Run by the river only stopping to pray chased
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
really wanna judge
Girl just wanna have fun 'til the fun run up
On the high way to my place, it's higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all
"damn!"
My mama threw me out, I called my sister a whore
Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor
It's been a week I didn't need, I couldn't take it
the drinks are cold, and the girls ain't too hot
Now we in the house, but the house is kinda empty
Rats run around the room
But, wait, I spoke too soon
Ah,
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
In a safe house he baits, can you blame the conniving
Bludgeoned by the prowler cars
He's been running since the day that they tagged his skin
Down by the river
The corn is creepin'
I cry for my lover
My lover's sleepin'
Bad as it gets
Gotten worse
I want to run
Had to learn to crawl
been in my life
And she would've died fighting by my side if I
Will you stay mad now?
After everything that I've said and done
Will you stay sad now?
was skinny
Thought you would run up in me
I want you to come and see me
You Nigga's could never see me I'm Free
I came from a slave ship but not by
coppin a dub
Pourin my lean and my juice in my cup
High priced fashion Italian Milan
Trap in my house made a mil by my own
Got a few baddies I keep a few
you ever had to run in the house
Have you ever squeezed that bitch til it clicked
Have you ever squeezed that bitch and it jammed
Have you ever had
house again.
Harranged by all my
so-called friends.
Too late now
she's riding with the wind.
Just last week
she said she'd stick by me to the end.
Ain't
you ever had to run in the house
Have you ever squeezed that bitch til it clicked
Have you ever squeezed that bitch and it jammed
Have you ever had
Although my troubles might run, better do it right by blood
Don't keep your eyes wired shut, never know when die might come (What a bam-bam)
Oh no me
streak ends here, your time's run out
You treacherous fuck
All bark, no bite
All bark, no bite
Your house of cards begins to fall
Your time is short as you
Liquor for the pain, perc for the nerves
Baby mama tripping steady working my nerves
Remember posted up selling work by the curve
Didn’t have a job
song and pretended I was in a movie
Gave my feeling a soundtrack
Didn't make me feel better
And I drove past your house
Like it was second nature
But I
your music on the run
Fun to drink a fifth of vodka and drive just strive to stay alive
When I sky dive into your house cannonballing through your
affi inna house Leo gi yuh pon spot
But if yuh cheat she will cut off yuh strap
[Chorus]
12 Signs 12 Times
Inna one day how much?
12 Times one by one
trash when the song gon' end. Ay, when the song gon' end
Ay, shish, I just did that shit by the book. Uh, bitch I need designer on my hood
Ay, Swear I'm
(Carry on…)
A villain by design!
Run away and start anew
(Carry on…)
Catch the nearest train
(For even when I'm far away)
Forget about the pain!
(I pray
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