Lyrics:
a church on night and I got the holy ghost
Stay in
Then he turned around and saw his brother
He said brother where are taking my mama?
I got to know where
offend you, it's not my intentions
The judge spoke a couple words, I was shocked by the sentence
No reminiscin', just rememberin'
The world to your
what I know, never play by my dough
Ain't no ho, but you know, thinking you the bo
You get smoked, you get overrode, you get turned to smoke
Poker face
why I'm still here today
Mrs. Bonen-Clark you also knew how to listen
I remember sitting in your office
For hours I was venting
You never judged
lost my seed and Them
Cousin died for dope lost my brother That what G’d me in
Took my heart and soul don’t judge Me for getting even then
Tube down my
de cabrones, Keep it real !!!!
I feel like crying
Cause I see my brother falling down
Tears upon his face
As his body hits the ground
Uh, why you holding grudges
Screaming to impress the judges
Save your image in public
Behind the scene you getting reprimanded
You was the most
fake nails to face veils
You out your frame but still bagging 'em too
You know I know, these hoes be asking me if I'm you
Like my twin brother, we did
to ball
Hehe
Paraphrasing but you get the gist
If I make it on my own
My true success is missed
Cause I don't wanna do it by myself
I wanna see my brothers
is dangerous, might go insane if you play it
By losing your brain in the matrix, stay in your lane and be patient
This ain't the time to get hasty,
the back, Bleed and die
They don't give a fuck don't let 'em fuck your mind
Listen to this motion picture and drift away
Minds been clouded ever since his
judge me not won't make your soul weigh less
Don't cry for the wicked play your cards close to your chest
I
Woke up this morning with a
$3 in my pocket I
The brother did nothing wrong
But now his life is gone
So, I know you don't care about me
Code of silence you say
Yet your actions speak so loud and clear
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
not your responsibility
To judge me
I'm not your responsibility
I just don't understand why
Why you should judge me judge not lest you'll be Judged by
they shot my brother in the face
I'm on some other shit
I'ma make you suffer nigga
Kill your wifey and your kids
Shells in the baby crib
Blood
one day, my brother
So wrap up your pity and turn it to ambition
And put your vehicle in 'drive' and stop by my side
I'll see you when you get
him in the face
The piano player's out - the music stopped
His boy had beef - and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold
moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
Da Hustla larsiny Family
The Diary of a Hustla yeah
Don't believe this nigga hustlin'
This nigga bluffin' look him in his eyes
The only time he
and tells me he is unafraid
He spouts the 'n word' and tells me he is unafraid
He packs his lip full and struts around unafraid
He is my brother, and I can't
Victoria being fcuked by a stallion
I'll melt down your sovereigns and make a medallion
24-carat gold bad young brother
Word, to your Daddy, your sister
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
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