Lyrics:
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Mr. William Clarke Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out
told me get in the car
Pull up to the trap and nigga give me my card
Flippin that soft just by whippin it hard
Way I cook the crack i need a Michelin
yo, what’s good?!
Pharrell Williams: What up, killer?!
KW: Shit, chillin’
Vibin’ about changing the name of
That song and trying to
Figure out what
wired like Codeine, these days
A brother gotta admire from four fiends away
My pain wish it was quick to see, from selling 'Caine
'Til brains was fried
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
Yippee-ippee-ay-ay-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
I said, "Dad, you're
Yippee-ippee-ay-ay-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
I said, "Dad, you're
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: J-Luxx, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Come inside and ease your mind
I know you had a long
it out:
Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight,
We're gonna say what we like.
'Cause, yo, yo, we want to know how many
check it out:
Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight,
We're gonna say what we like.
'Cause, yo, yo, we want to know how many
this out)
[Verse: P. Diddy]
Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I
but there's only one of em
Dad's Guitar
And my brother brought it by, the day we laid him down, and when I'm missing him the most, I take it out
family, my brother, my geezer, my akhis)
It's just me and my brothers
Yo, it's death before dishonour
It ain't just a saying, that's a rule we live by
It's your boy Bobby Williams (Bobby Williams) . Mazabuka boy!! (Kantu) Kantu what it do (what it do baby) bootman on the beat
Babyteti uchinje in
Undercover
Lightweight styles
Will only get smothered
It be like that where I come from, my brother
Streets filled with heat
These blocks are hot seat
Undercover
Lightweight styles
Will only get smothered
It be like that where I come from, my brother
Streets filled with heat
These blocks are hot seat
out to Beyoncé, Kendrick Lamar
And Jesse Williams, Let’s keep going
D.L. Hughley I see you
We gotta keep fighting for our rights
And for our children
I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Thomas, Craiger, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja,
I think this my favorite song
I think this
Of justice from it's new wave of leaders:
Frank Rizzo, the high school graduate
Mayor of Philadelphia, whose ignorance
Is surpassed only by those who voted for
Them shooters and killers (Oh)
Let's get it, rawest shit you ever seen
This the kerosene self made shit out the
Everglades by the Evergreens
Fuck
psychotic and
I'm gonna kill 'em, I swear I'ma get 'em
I can if I will it, it's written by William
I'm stoppin' at nothin', this kid isn't bluffin'
I'm
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