Lyrics:
I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)
So what do I do? Resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence
I'm none
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
Some have to clean the dishes
The richer reaching for the greener grinning
Let love, live, eat leave it if it's livid
Cli-MAX
a sixth sense
I'm like a sixpence, but I'm none the richer
Watch your aim
Don't shoot the messenger
I'm just here
Cause I'm blessin ya
Every day is
the building
The godfather's here giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in
Working on my follow through keeping my knees and wrist bent
Success is on my list I can see it off in the distance
Until then I'll be none the richer
niggas, that's why I ain't deed (That's why I ain't, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, oh)
You
to believe what I read
So I went to hide to get some peace of mind
To know more about myself
When I'm face by the force
Back is against the wall identifying
said Alice
She had grown so large in the last few minutes that she wasn't a bit afraid of interrupting Him
I'll give him sixpence
I don't believe there's
Yeah! It's Bad Boy South Niggaz
Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so,
Yeah! It's Bad Boy South Niggaz
Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so,
don't give a fuck about none of these niggas
I turn it up,
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup, give me some more liquor
Open this back window, let me
Yeah! It's Bad Boy South Niggaz
Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so,
me that these pigs love to play in the dirt
It's like they wanna see die from the pumps
You trained a man for 2 months and now you hand him a gun
My eyes trickleth down with tears and ceaseth not
the children ask for bread and no man giveth some
the tongue of the suckling child clingeth
as im outside
And im gettin richer
Aint to many others on the same page
Ion think they see the picture
I aint really on the same wave
So I guess they see
York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon...I said let's tear this shit up!
boy, shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie, goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, Miss Scarlet, I don't give a damn
(Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
I pray these niggas understand how passion is contagious
(To get you under my pressure)
Richer
(I been tryin',
as that side
Cases that could have brought me money
By some kind of incomprehensible force for me collapsed
All the savings, everything was gone
And I again
no motherfucking plates
I gotta stick to the script
Some of my niggas they used to hit licks
Now I'm up and we used to the rich
We surrounded by
you rock with my crew
I see you
Come by the scene
With shades on the T
7 Days a weekend
I roll petite
Bible lessons for crosscheck
I've been checking my
god
But why do I (we) live by these man made laws
Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill
But I lost too many niggas and some say they
and lets brawl at hall, nigga
Straight fallin', when we use to chill up on park benches
My twenty block radius, think we need some barb wire fences
Stop
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