Lyrics:
a prison sentence to me
My manners are not refined or even polished
And my speech it may be crude to most you see
I guess that I was just born a dreamer
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
Gonna stand by you now. Wanna be by your side.
Wanna wait for you, pray for you, over and out.
Embracing your whole life with pride and stain power
Gonna stand by you now. Wanna be by your side.
Wanna wait for you, pray for you, over and out.
Embracing your whole life with pride and stain power
out whatever I don't give a fuck bout
Like Crowded House I take the weather where I bounce
And I'm coming home the sun's out wow
Imma soak it up
the curriculum profile
Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child
Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild"
I was born in Mississippi
I was
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
to act insane
B-before Pete rocked it on
Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA flip the track with
out, smoke a Phill' and chill
I laid back Escobar status
Knowin' The Firm got it cornered
We on it, shit we was born with
Spark the lye, Q.B
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
at the club house
Just us and the clubs out
Come up and I'm face down
Pound out at your place
I'm downtown by 8th now
Doggie style you a sex hound
Naughty, wild
just what I like
Oh now I got a plan, I hope you gonna be my man
I can see us cushy in the house right by the ocean sand
And when I'm one to cry, I
just what I like
Oh now I got a plan, I hope you gonna be my man
I can see us cushy in the house right by the ocean sand
And when I wanna cry, I
intend
To be the romantic novel you never want to end
And it's the contact of the eye that meets across a crowded room
And how I kind of wound up
nigga glad to be alive
And as the days go by, I thank god for watching mines
Praying that I remained in fire
The same man that I was, which starts from
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
on my side
Born leader, call me Optimus Prime
Ou yeah, I'm moving out
To the upper room of a newer house
Minimal living, its a couple a feelings I'll do
niggaz like me
She jus wanna be seen I jus wanna be free
Had to switch up V's she be coming by the house
Don't believe a thing that be coming out
I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin'
In the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy
Hit - now shit is flipped
'Cause niggas died
the Evans
I should have listen to the Reverend, now I drain my pain in this 40 ounce
And these born ass records, disrespectin' your house
Livin' reckless,
desires glimmers.
Through the crowded streets, where the stars collide,
In the city of dreams, where hopes reside.
Lost in the rhythm, on this wild ride,
bull"
Mary said to Joseph, "Oh my water's have broken
I think the child could be in danger"
And he said "Worry ye not
Though we ain't got a cot
We can put
again, vext will he be
To find the precious morning hours were lost.
And it would vex him even in his grave,
If he could know his babes were running wild
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