Lyrics:
said it?d never happen
But we knew it would happen back then
We stayed down through the fire, we stayed down to the wire
We came up, now the whole hood?s
Hidden inside him
Music in the dark
This conquering kindness
To all in his quiver
Burdened hard
On the road
By law all are wounded
That you may know
Such a firecracker, that they run when you're lit
Labeled a criminal by your attacker and the mind bending hit
They get subliminal
Wire up
Sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol
Sing, muse, of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slate sky
smoking, gun toting, see how these niggas living
Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving
Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping
Cops
I've got some walls around me, too
But they're not much compared to your house
Fifty feet high, with barbed wire
Guards on the top, aiming rifles
Sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol
Sing, muse, of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slate sky
The electrical wires
They hum in the walls
In the room that I rent now without you
I've got friends who (la la lie)
Will help me pull through (la la lie la
the Fiend of the Fell
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gag
a barb wire tie, gotta stay sharp
Cross my heart, Cross by my heart
Spit chrome heart, help me spot the fakes
Wolves in sheep clothing, I loath them
Donnie
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This Instru's mental, too many bars,
No stockings by his fire, just his ole cattle dog Gus
A glass raised to his maker that's a cowboy Christmas
A strong cup of coffee, beans and corn
walkin
LT got life, and homie still ain't talkin
So all of them niggas puttin wires on
Don't say nuttin when your
Family get fired on
They say your man
got a thousand stories
Fields of glory
Fields of glory
You drive by and see a barbed-wire fence
I see boys turning into men
I go back every now
scare me
And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me
Loud and clearly? Rats aren't near me
Wire-tap niggas get blood in they earpiece
I'm from New
nigga
California drippin' in my low-rider
Hit the switch, bounce, then it go higher
Def Jam, don't give a damn
Rollin' Backwoods by the gram
We
Jam, don't give a damn
Rollin' Backwoods by the gram
We only smoke fire (Fire, fire, fire, fire)
We only smoke fire (Fire, fire, fire, fire)
We
where the charros, they still ride and rope
Our American brothers cross the wire and bring the old ways with them
Tonight the western stars are shining
you can't miss it
Upgraded from the barbed wire
Now I got a nice picket
I can't play high class all day
But some things never change
I can't hide
they called her a liar
Had no sound, mouth full of wire
Aba Tina oh, who you have there breakin' down the door?
Aba Tina oh, who you have there
some cash, ooh
Then I tried amphetamines
My head was in a glass
Taped underneath the speedometer wires of my '48 Buick's dash
But I knew that
hoes
Her entire crew is tired of the liars that you runnin' by her
I can see you ho
Plenty priors of a fuck nigga, nigga I suppose
I can fly her, put her
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