Lyrics:
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You know it's nothing but love
But I ain't always gon' be there when you run out of luck
And that's trill
Not everybody ends up with a house
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
And she can do what she wants
She just gotta run me by it
I feel good
Money in my jeans, I just hustled real good
Broke up with a bad one
I hope we're
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
every second stackin'
Paper every week i'm in the field nigga
I might run up in some cleats
Was in Japan so long I
Almost learned to speak, had to leave
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
walkin' out the house with style and grace
(Don't you)
You pick up your girl and take her to dinner
'Cause when the night is over you think you're gonna win
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
ending the game all long
Twelve o clock midnight I run through ya house
Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way
An I'm eyed grape in the garage
War teacha drive by inna di school bus
Ratchet knife cut out fool guts
Pussy marrow fly when di tool buss
Bwoy blood a run pon di road like yellow cab
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
Some days, I wonder what's wrong with me
I thought I did right, but I'm probably too close to see
I'm trying to get right
And get by
Getting better
the young couple who tempted their fate
By going to this infamous death hole of which none ever returned to tell the tale
When the full moon is up, they
man, it just kept out
Almost every day by the bay now
Me and Yaygo up the hill, we at G's house
We was zoomin' down the boulevard, Jay Loud
Stay away,
ANOTHER YEAR.
By Victor Godwin. (Lyrics).
1. Another year, another year
See your blessings all over me
Everywhere I de go
was on her way to the house on the hill
Where he waited on the windowsill
When a blinding light caught her by surprise
And she held on with everything
meets
The ground keeps on goin till time runs out
And nobody will remember your name
The almighty, fly by me
The essence of Shyren
Catch me mirin'
it with her
Me and my niggas, we trying to get by
Me and my niggas, we just trying to get high
In the house alone, we all getting blessed
Nah, man, we
the things nice
With no room for release they never tell you that twice
All by herself with no skills to hone
Doing 20 to life in a house of your own
And if
somebody tell a nigga on that Henn', you need to chill out (chill out)
My house used to be a home, now it feel a like a jailhouse (yea)
Stayin inside was
There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, I'm one
If I'd listened
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
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