Lyrics:
The f&n hold a tune Rihanna
(Let her sing)
Pattie Labelle when I’m singing with this lama
(Bells ring)
Since I was Young I always been about
watch this game Lord knows
You stay in the house no outdoors
[Kids] You ain't my daddy!
[HMSS] What you say?
[Kids] You ain't my daddy!
[HMSS] What I
All alone just sittin' thinkin' by myself
Contemplating ‘bout my life chewing on my nails
I'm the head of this house, now it's all on me
lost in this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home
Don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely
So I married my Nina
I keeps her wherever I
Hey, sista, whacha gon' do
Goin' down by the river
Gonna play with you
Papa don't like no screamin' 'round here
No lip from da woman when they
that house by the hill
I'm a healthy my brother,
I got the knowledge
I got the game, I got the power
Ya Can't take the hood out of me
N
Ya Can't take
house by the hill
I'm a healthy my brother,
I got the knowledge
I got the game, I got the power
Ya Can't take the hood out of me
N
Ya Can't take the hood
Alienation of a radio TV movie nation
No patience in this land of patients
Out of sight make that White House right
And you know what they doin' just
Or these ghetto fab queens
Already platlum in the streets
I even got them jail house niggas
Sendin' they cheese to me
Big Chan in japan
Bitch I'm over
this
For these fuck n****s I’m makin a list
One phone call that’ll get dem hit
Knock em off one by one that’s it
That’s big b-o-s-s shit
New maybach
Got a house around my neck and a kit full of clarity
A half brick of Dolly Parton, Molly by the carton
Too many chop sueys, you know I got a arson
up, pa. Keep it moving. Shit ain't nothin'. We live this, son! Word, that's what we do nigga. y'all feel that?
all that flock to the sheep
So they pray the Lord their soul to keep
He lies awake, avoiding the sleep
He lays awake, as his house quietly creeps
to die
Or live like ghetto zombies
In the house of the Lord
I make relationships with Allah and pray hard
Even though I'm at odds
With what I know
with the Bone Thugs mash
In the winter walkin', real weezy by myself
And dreams of hookin' with Eazy made me queasy
Maybe no food and bad health
You see,
This one here for the ghetto
A nigga ain't forgot about y'all
Everybody don't see shit the way we
See it Knah i'm sayin
Shit they don't even feel it
we say a prayer first
Dear Lord bless the hands that made this meal
I pray the mandem in the bin get their appeals
Got some many reasons I should be
[Sara in background saying welcome]
[Fred/Miami]
This Crazy
I'm Thankful
Yea
Welcome Welcome
[Ness]
Life is what you make it
You gotta put in hard
The sky is a golden brown
He thinks about how he got upside down
If only he could leap up off of the ground
Then maybe he could leave this dark black
Most ain't really your dawg, yeah, they a change for some work
Gotta watch for the snakes, head up, got God by my side
I talk that shit that they feel,
with Him day by day is the best case
In this rat race where you never want first place
When its time to make your mind up
Then you wind up in the kind
car he made me - pavement
Never s- lord pussy
The dog mouth the? know
Not to come in the dog's house
Niggas watching Birdman w- the long route
Stay that
see it clears thru glass like the lens on a drone surrounded by iphones android digital clones
a system designed to lock you in the house of your mind
fuck next
I'm thinkin you my girl, my lady, my boo
Tell me admit nothin, we can work this through - psych!
[Chorus: Mario + (Rhymefest)]
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