Lyrics:
gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listening to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call
the airbrush,
Dolled up and drugged up,
By 5 minute fuck ups,
With hairbrush and blood lust.
But now that she's safe,
And away from the scene,
She keeps
satin shoes
My first pair of heels, the first of three
Mum said
Heels for occasions- today is an occasion
Actually, today is the biggest day of my life
Tommy got a vendetta, detta
Blood on the floor, make him feel better
He's the only black boy in a school full of whites
Picket fence at his house, but
Word play is just an illusion
Hypnotized by the television
My names been shot out your mouth
Northern drawl not from the south
Gates of hell guarded by
would last for three wet years.
Someone blind always begs,
Somebody sings hymns before his death!
Fear doesn’t allow to turn the hammers,
Revenge rivets
a youngboy my OG 3 all tote hammers
These glocks ain't got no safety but when they around me I feel my safest
We gone tear down all the swings and slides these
Hustle hard get ya hustle on, go 'head
Get ya hustle on, y'all go 'head
Late night hustling
Im caught up in the hustle
Three am - hustling hours
You
mama cry in 3rd grade, brought a pistol to class
Movin on my own don't move wit da mass
Almost lost my life but the bullet didn't, break through glass
snitch I can't tell
Call me MC Hammer, name a bitch that I ain't nail
Can't touch this, you know that you can't touch this
All black jewelry, now that
dance, 187 dance, 187 dance,
fool this will be your last dance, last call for alcohol, I mean blood's spill
on the wall
(Master P)
I'm my brother's keeper
How you think we made the of street sweepers
Man I'm paranoid, cameras, watch them cameras
Dawgs, watch my dawgs
Hammers on top
3 AM with a drip
And a sharp knife
All alone in a room
With a bright light
All the blood sweat and tears from The last nine
Talking white coats
Before we even call it that, still it's all the same
Shed, blood, sweat, and tears over the years I been scarred
Trace the tracks of my tears, they will
hit savannah
Slide with the hammer
Cause she stay right by the O
In the stinger
I can't get jammed up
Stephanie
That pussy figi,
Wet like a squeegee
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press
in my blood, this street shit in my blood (in my blood)
I say my life misunderstood (misunderstood)
Why they ain't ever show no love?
Oh-oh, oh-oh
were buried for three days
But then You walked right out again
And now death has no sting
And life has no end
For I have been transformed
By the blood
our cellphones
But hey don't nobody care, we just want the,
Hey Pro-max and iPhone 12 whatever you wanna call it,
But it all blood, blood, blood
know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered
nigga, you gonna know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Introduction:
We're The Cross Movement,
which is an alliance of (uh) born again believers in Jesus Christ
that are trusting God by His grace
by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
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