Lyrics:
Standing on the corner, I didn't mean no harm
When a police come, he took me by the arm
Was down in Memphis, corner of Beale and Main
Said "hey
they ain't know we had Glocks in the ride
Said get it right back, I stay tight with a mac no lie come check me out
Bout to get in my bag, mine stay
to yourself man "Casso they need you"
And need I be reminded of monopolizing little tyrants
Hide their lies in enterprises, so disguised by perfect timing
could prance on
This is not a dance song, not a clap your hands song
Rest In Peace to Eric garner, they did that man wrong
Shot laquan 16 times, and said
Call on yung krew we get shit done
Nigga tried to jump the gate got shot in the back
Man you can't run
223 that's how we creep
Nigga know lil don he
Brothers brothers brothers
I got shot
By the cops
One time pull up on yo block
Run yo pocks
Pick yo locks
Crack you wings saying fuck yo flock
Niggas send
Nah guh nuh weh
I'm still here holding the faith
By the grace of God man haffi mek some day
Hmmm
Every ghetto yute waan live the star life
Every ghetto
listen to what they say
That man will live for evermore because of Christmas Day
By and by they found a little nook in a stable all forlorned
And in
The girl's possess by the basehead demon
Chorus
(mc lyte)
In elementary, lyte had the jordache look
Like me and any other kid who cared about books
But then
Kingscure II lyrics BY Hubert Hakizimana
Boo-boo boommm
Yeah, Uhhh, Yeah
Uuuhhh
I can still hear u talking to me when I’m trying to write a verse we
Oh nanananana
(DeeJ New Youngin)
Got off the phone with JoJo in the cell
He doing well
When you had went to jail
New Youngin still was young as hell
What's yo energy
What's yo vibe
You gone mob
You gone slide
When it's funk
Are you gone ride
If you bitch
Stay in side
Family cutthroat
Full of mob
stacks and some fat blunts
Come and get ya shawty man I'm finna fuck her back up
Christ in this bitch hoe I'm giant as a muhfucka
Flyer than a muhfucka
remorse
Towards The Man towards The Thinker
Adorned with thickened rope
For his neck it may snap
A quick death
Was all we could hope
In my pereifery
From
automobile I drive the shorter distance madder,
Brown man brown belt, getting hit by colour catchers, that's why I fed the police when a white boy didn't have
wet from the snow
The police on patrol
The pills is in my winter coat
The bill is still sitting beside of the blow
From the highs to the lows
I don't
habit
In the trap black mask, haggling with crack addicts
Showing love but I'm numb cause feelings I can't manage
Every man must eat the fruit from
shit together, hitting the boulevard
If them niggas is the police, what the fuck is Tre?
He ain't dead or in jail by now then he the other way
Snitch
up by the white man
The dirty, rich and powerful came up with a master plan
Sold us drugs and fucked us up, cuffed up my fucking hand
They let me live
Pain be hard to hide
Nights I really cried
Looking in the sky
Why you had to die
We was on a high
Very special vibe
Times of our lives
'Ya love still
given
Inspired by God written
Like scripture cause God's in it
It's finished cause God ended
The spirit of God lives in the depth of my Heart
Listen,
stand
Against the faceless man
Next time I see this face
I'll say I choose to live for always
So won't you come inside and never go away
Next time I see
to toe
In my book, I done wrote you songs so beautiful
You deserve every good thing that a man can give
You should have a life that only superstars live
it should all be okay (okay)
Your father is rich, he's the judge
He's the man, he's the God that got your sentence reduced
But in the back of his
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