Lyrics:
my Uncle Charlie lived in Texas and that's a far aways away from me
Ya know I visited him twice in prison and one time when he was free
I used to have
'bout givin' me life, ya'll
But I knew I was leavin' for belivin' in Christ, ya'll,
You could live it up, but don't give up the fight, ya'll,
We
doing it real
Ya know what I'm saying
Word up
Peace out to my man T there up north
Representing to the fullest
Mobb Deep in the house (yeah)
All
testin' testin'
Chop heads off like King Henry the eighth, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit since
wah ya ya
They took us from our land
And tried to take away
Our heritage
But you must understand
We know just where it is
It’s in the rum bump bump
ain't a rental
Really been getting to the bag
Since a juvenile
So she gon back that ass up
Like I'm juvenile
Leme get up in her lil mouth
Like a root
fractured heart
Will control your blackened soul
That's hiding in its orifice
Or face eternal solstice fashioned by the dark
Birthed in a chasm via voodoo in
Hey, yo!
A lot of you are probably wondering why each verse goes off on random tangents
I never wondered that
But that's just what it's like in my
you scared
Cause the fear gone rip right out
Damn if i owe you
If its me then its me or mine
My nine in a half
Only thing between you and i
I pledge
ya boogie shake
Shoogie shoogie bop in your boogie
Slither like a snake sookie sookie
Shake shake ya boogie shake it till it break
Shake ya boogie
you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)
We The Best Music
'Cause I can
gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you
sensação yhhhh yhhhhhh
Eu Sou músico não um criminal
Tantas olhos em um juvenile
I told my bro music is the shadow am in love
Said I told my bro music
The juvenile’s going crazy the block’s hot bubbling
Cops been trapping youth by the dozen
Duck hunting on the news they all my cousins…
I used to be, loving hip
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
to keep it
Real if you want to make the bills ?
And that's real really, my thugs for me put your fists in the air yeah.
Nigga come into the war and I'm
All I know is that I’m floating in the ocean
Feeling stranded waiting for you to land, ya
Time is moving in slow motion
Without you I am so broken
Here we go we gonna send this
One out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the
Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all
a bad man, like taylor dem a stitch fi di gun
Boy stop from fool wid di gun
Shoot up a school wid di gun
Nah guh by nuh rule wid di gun
Teef a trade man
the risk!
Can the black hear his stepchild, run the mile
Forever like a juvenile, to stay alive
Survivin' in the freestyle, yo hold it down
Walkin'
his stepchild, run the mile
Forever like a juvenile, to stay alive
Survivin' in the freestyle, yo hold it down
Walkin' on the wild side, to live
Faker
Always locked in
No juvenile (What?)
Only girl i loved went suicidal
Pouring out liqour
To my realest slimes
They can't touch me
No quarantine
Sexy
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you
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