Lyrics:
from the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its back to pistols and cane
plotting on licks
only love you (ayy) when you're gone
It don't matter where you're goin', (uh) yeah (you know)
But I did it on my own
So I'd rather be alone, yeah (I'd
(Earl on the beat)
It's the code
Everybody live by the code, it's the code
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), brrt
Run up an M from down bad
a taste of this life, co-d (can't have a taste of this life)
Got a phone and put the weight on it
I made some money and they fuckin' hate on me
I carry
every day
And after seven days she got to lookin' so much better
I asked her if she'd like to run away
The next mornin' that old judge took every
people they talking the talk
But don’t wanna run up in this shit and park it
And if I go to jail bet i told the judge
I just want to look like an artist
or blonde or nappy or fair, hey
You can't judge nobody by hair
No, no, no
If I thought that you would care
I'd wear a wig up under my hair
Down or high, truth
told you I'd be greater later
They don't judge me by my wins, nah
They don't want me with a win, nah
I ain't lucky I just lived, yeah
I ain't sub these
to a stand-still
Ashamed that he'd been rode
By a city cowboy in
Some Continental clothes
The stranger took his money
And we don't know where he went
We don't know
"The Brute"
Ridden by a cowboy
In a Continental Suit"
"The Brute" came to a stand-still
Ashamed that he'd been rode
By a city cowboy in
Some
is here
Well I'm over your radio once again
Pretty Par D, I'm your best friend
Let's take it to the stage
Feel better by the pound
My name is Par D
needed you, I'd have you that I know, hold up
I could do bad by myself, don't need help
One of a kind, the hand that I was dealt, like oh, well
Felt,
Enid Blyton's famous five bell ends
Oh wait a minute, fuck, I've done it again
I said we'd name our son after his grandpa Ken
You can't judge a Ken by
whole life like it's my sworn testimony
The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God
By the way, George Washington added that
So
home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
They want me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
And get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when
This is all that we seen?
This is all that we know
Eviction note at the door
So we pray like we
There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge's gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said "I ain't spending my
There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge's gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said "I ain't spending my
trial began
Where I was judged by twelve honest men
Yes as the jury started walkin' out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five
I'm still torn
Strawberry I know you'll ride for me
Take a charge and do time for me
In front of judge and jury you'd lie for me
Take a bullet and die
the biggest downfall
Fuck the D.A. ask the judge
I done broke all the laws
Ask big homie by my lonely
I made all the fucked up calls
And I can't go no where
Trials and tribulations conquered by who keeps they patience
Ain't ever been keen to waiting we all have demons we're facing
Don't bring me down
was going on in my mind
I think they'd be surprised at what they find
Never judge a book by it's cover is what my mother once said to me
Just take
What do you mean by beauty?
Hope you know the consequences
'cause beauty wounds will make us strong
With truth we'll test our old defenses
And all
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