Lyrics:
game god
Dump his body in the train yard
Under the seven line
We couldn't have picked a better time
(Noreaga)
The way he actin
He acting like
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman cryin' to her mama cause she turned
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman cryin' to her mother
'Cause she
nigga times is hard
Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
'Cause she
ain't tryin' to alert no boys
[Nas]
This ain't no game god
Dump his body in the train yard
Under the seven line
We couldn't have picked a better
will wait in line.
To cross the yard, to clock her card in time.
And under her scarf, her hair set in curls,
The day begins for the factory girl.
to the yard
My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
I could teach you but i have to charge
He bang my line trying to fuck tho left him on red if his pockets
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman cryin' to her mother cause she
You remember that one time thinkin bout our club times
Faded off tequila had some rum inside the punch lines
Yards outside the club but we waited
One one summer's day,
Sun was shinin' fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin' clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin' hard.
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman cryin' to her mother cause she
I'm first so no skippin'
That'll be out of line
Posted in my yard with my stick
Don't get measurized
I can't catch no feelin's
Ho I'm paralyzed
So
One one summer's day,
Sun was shinin' fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin' clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin' hard.
and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still run in
know the game you're in
This for all my country folk
Leave it behind, the, the, the crime
Fighting for every yard across the poverty line
Any given
One one summer's day,
Sun was shinin' fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin' clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin' hard.
One one summer's day,
Sun was shinin' fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin' clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin' hard.
I used to carry a Glock on the waist line, man I don't waste time!
I'm strong on the bass line, you'll never taste mine!
See me on the screen,
gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other womans cryin' to her
defiled
Yards down the line
Succumbing vision of hope
Fly and fold
By and by and by and by
Blaze on, sweet sequoia
Creator
I'm redeemed
Diviner
Let me
on fire like who's next to die
Last nigga played caught a fade now who's next to try
Bitch we up in first place you the back of line
Yard mon hydrated like
shine
Never waste my time
Crime relation got my niggas time facin
In the line pacin the yard
All the gods this one for y'all
I never forget it
Three
Izzy told me to hook up her yard
While blowing lines in the stall
We shook the cobblestone Man. City streets
'Til the neon signs final call
Behind
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