Lyrics:
dawgs incarcerated
So I'm always sending money
This my unkles last strike. If they go back they getting punished
Hate when a nigga ask to work
But
fucking position
This like the 3rd time this year I'm facing fucking eviction
But I ain't seen nobody get no where from sitting n bitching
Why you think I'm
they strike at you
Take advantage, gotta watch your back feet planted
I got these demons on my back
Trying to attack
Heart beating like I'm bout to have
We must not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on every level,
To fight back in
their own
A little man perched on a stool
Keeps the bodhrán beat
A boy who plays the whistle
Is sitting at his feet
The fiddler has now joined
By two
hikes in the spirit
To get one unless one's spirit strikes, huh
We been singing Rest In Peace
To the homies we lost
Yeah, they were all deceased
We
In prophecies
That were previously written
Isaiah 50 Six I gave My back to those who strike Me, And My cheeks to those who pluck out the beard; I did
One, two, three, go
Hey devil, get behind me (ah yeah)
Hey devil, under my feet (oh oh)
Hey devil, don't you touch me (ooh yeah)
See now devil,
I’m gone end the beef and I’m still bout it like Master P
Yeah this five seven made by masterpiece
Yea was in the parish had shackled feet
From stoner
Down by the river that everyone knows
Where a young lost girl gets by
I take her hand and I tell her not to cry
The tides aren't high so her feet
and gettin' over
Plus we mack's in the back of the green Nova
I'm labeled sniper, had 'em fallin' fo' they saw the beam
Don't make me strike, and leave 'em
on the ground
Strike when I snipe through the chest
I had your back with a smile
Now I wake up the growl
Cuddle my wrist for a while
Kiss on my porcelain bitch
I
(Suk' Suk)
Suk'endleleni Suk'endleleni
(Deda wena, suk yea?)
(Suk' Suk)
[3ple B]
[3ple B]
My circle is getting smaller each and everyday
I'm getting fed
the short fuse attached to my mortal coil
Bringing these troubled waters to a boil
Melting thin ice with my 3 feet in the door
Insight in 1 ear and out
off panyin wo fie Breda back offf
Stand tall i been on feet since class four
Hardcore that be what I do I dey rap roff
Maay3 ma Jesus po le tiem cl3
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
high off the shrooms
She throwing it back, yea she gone strike a pose for me
I paid all my dues
These niggas be foo, yea they can't get in close to me
and my feet start to stumble
But least I didn't grow up in that shit town called pymble
Circle got smaller everyone turned ghost now I'm trying to do
the strip club, still hunching on em'
Still ripping bands, homie by the grands
Im the young boss, follow my commands
Now I'm bring bought seven hands
Back
feet on the ground
Without getting them stuck in the mud
You will soon be over the moon or twice as hot as the sun
Ackee 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3
feet on the ground
Without getting them stuck in the mud
You will soon be over the moon or twice as hot as the sun
Ackee 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3
two gats
Yo it's the P realistically speakin'
Get left leakin'
Reality bites back, I strike back, we even
You still breathin' make sure
His heart stop
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
Joe crawl back, for real
Nowadays they all the same
Enhanced body parts, smaller brains
They don't get a hi in fact
Mums the word, baby girl, it's
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