Lyrics:
of dispute
In the groves of my dreams
I will engrave all words that speak the truth
Redemption
Save me from sin
Save me from evil
By the time, a fearful grace
(Like who?)
I got my stack thick like a manatee (Ah)
Told fans that I'm not a role model (Nope)
Live by the margin rules and the anarchy (Like who?)
I
That's right, Boston
Yeah, Boston niggas be rollin' dolo
From state to state
It's nothing, we do this
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still
the lightning staff
Shock you till you line go flat
Got The Doors full blast in the studio trying to find this grove to this beat I got from Kaydel
Either you is
THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
I REcCHED TO THE STcRS-
I VENTURED cBROcD
I TRcVELED REcL FcR-
DID SO McNY SHOWS
FROM BOSTON TO OSLO-
I GET cMPT OFF THE BEcT
cND MY FcNS
the one breathing?
Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live
and the flying fish
But he's been enchanted by the pictures
From the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bags, knots his red neck tie
Sends him north to her
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
Rappers talking
He don't mind he laughs it off em
Back up off em
Warning he don't know,bitch we gone blow like the blast in Boston
Magic johnson we
I can never tell which days passing me by
Oh the dawns they just echo the time
Spent away locked away in the grove where I can grow
Next
just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only where my
Cheese nigga where my maccoroni baby i get up
In that ass and act
gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us to eat, and breathe, and live
fi plenty, a dem me a fend fi
Mi send fi di gyal dem from Denby to senty
No 14, no 15, no 16, no 17
Mi start out from 18 and 19 and 20
And mi nuh care,
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
Death bit the bullet
The king is dead, long live the King of Kings
And from His throne, He's making all new things
Trust Him, He was first in line
at the same time shatter yours
Code red fill 'em full of lead
Greatful dead live from Hemstead
Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge
Check the full fledged knucklehead
Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
why'all amateurs act like
play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock
I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane, I make a grove
From the Cliff to the Grove
Clout ain't nothing to us
Just Do You
Let Us do Us
Nigga Clout ain't a Thing
This that Free Lunch
I can eat any beat
No
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
of rhymes, they bribe like Lori Loughlin
They mouths is full of green like I'm in Boston
But I'm in ATL, I employ myself and I pay me well
Runnin' so much
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
your soul
Become One, with your inner goal
Your are light, from the divine
So, live your life
I'm a Zodiac kinda-sewer
But no more blaming Mercury
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