Lyrics:
nigga (Believe it Scrap What Up Tom G Ahhh, Yeah)
Florida nigga,
Georgia nigga
Florida nigga,
Georgia nigga
Down by law is you a pussy or a soldier nigga?
run it by the boy like the ball getting tucked
Look, I don't do two's (Nah)
I don't do dubs less you talking win or lose (No no no, no, no)
If all
old to understand the
Way the games told
You're lame so I gotta hit
You with the hot facts
Once I released, I'm makin' millions, na
Top that they wanna
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my
forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where
petty crooks
And I will learn by studying the lessons in my dreams
So turn off the TV, 'cause that's what others see
And movies are as bad as eating
could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo
Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune
Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon
Gooney
have is your sight
A bloggers gon' blog, a ballers gon' ball
Charge it to the game and get in the lane and take the charge
72-10, I guess you can't
blinded by illusions to choose
But who's fooling who?
A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained
It's a cryin' shame
The pursuit of our own wealth lights
me dirty
Gotta boss up and go 730
When I ball move swift james worthy
Bake the pot like the turkey
I'm a ticking time bomb like tom cruise
Gotta get
we for
Now come on
The government got all the people by the balls
But when they lose the people, that's when the government falls Revolt by the coming
night
We play video game with your life
I'm down with this flow never seen beam
Zap through the black like neon beam green
Most hip hoppers are like very
Tom Cruise
I'm drinkin' Arnold Palmers
Waking up to foreign views
This shit around my neck
Gottem lookin' real confused
I die for my respect
I live by
Bury me a G
Tell me how can I survive? Remember me?
Life as a G
These money making activities is killin' me
I'm tryna ball
But the alcohol making me
changing mine
And she's a libertine, and tape every Fri'
So the answer's no when you're a party hoe
Can't love a thot that probably fucked Tom
Dick and Harry
darkest before light
I'm gonna push through
Turbo charged bars
Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game scars in these rap wars
Ain't nothing band-aids won't
Farad Muhammad
Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body
The scripture says Allah's inside me, show love
I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi, gave me my
See I can do no wrong
Still I share none with fault
You play your games
I'm too good with blame but if it's all the same
Would you Ride for me
Would
frankly, he would too
This game could ill afford to lose him, 'how bout you?
Now guess who (hey), here's a clue (hey)
He came to the ball in his
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
it rain
And I been dumb fried don't know what's on my brain
Been thru some shit ion think i feel pain
So I'ma express it by speakin in flames
My old
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Colossians 1:13, Ephesians 2:1-7, Isaiah 61:1,2
You used to play their games
You used to stay the same
They
and feel alive
So grab them games and swing by
It's my duty to weaponize
With a large coke and extra fries
Yes my eyes are on the prize
But I take a break
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