Lyrics:
Let us pray
Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Tell me, who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?
I see mothers
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
profession
What we reppin'? Better tune in
On the block I was never the new kid
Ain't no feelings my heart stay cooling
Hearing them shots movin', now we
Huh
You ready
Gs
Ay where the fuck you been at
I been beating down the block
Beating down the block
Beating down the block
Ay where the fuck you been
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
the hand (take me)
Let me make you understand
(Make you understand)
That I can never let you down
Baby just believe in me
Take Me boy by the hand (take
never let you down
Baby just believe in me
Take Me boy by the hand (take me)
Let me make you understand
(Make you understand)
That I can never let you
'ma monster on these hoes, I'ma monster
I can't be scared of none you niggas, y'all some snitches
Clean like the dishes, I'm in new Givenchy
cin't with all
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
They gone choose
Worried bout me I ain’t worried bout you Yeah Yeah
New kid on the block and I’m flexing
Old girl begging me to text her
Now I
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the hammers
like we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' BLOWIN
and shooting a gun
Would you believe if I told you baby that I am so scared to be loved
Would you believe anyone else, whenever they told you I'm done
Would you
my
Blocks raided on y'all
Kadafi in my head sayin'
"Pac cated all y'all"
(Who do you believe?) I believe in
That who lead us all
In a sinner's trail
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
tag
Make money for what
To roll in a brand new jag
I make money putting you in a body bag
Hello i'm r.a to the motherfucking p
I beat other rappers no
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
All my ladies do it right when I say left
All my niggas going left when I say right
Like gorillas, you could feel the beat in your chest
And when
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids in her mouth, put Louis V bags on the couch
I just put a new Patek on her, new VVS's got her iced out
And she like
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
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