Lyrics:
the game where you guess if inventions were made by Black.
We are here with our guest Ms. K. cre you ready to play
I am ready, as the kids say.. No Cap
Ok,
(Murda)
They know I'm a ride with you
Pull up on that ave in somethin' hardly average
Hope I got no problems with you
'Cause I know how to bag
they ain't give me shit, nigga
Fell out with my blood, but it happened out of love
Made a lot of shootings happen, I was ridin' 'round with thugs
Cancel the apocalypse
cartons of the milky way with pictures of a missing planet
last seen in pursuit of an American dream
this fool actually thinks
Fuck these
Dealers giving free trails of a lethal veil filled with the silent killer with no remorse
The demon of our generation its gets you hooked
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
Send blood hounds
niggas
I don't come through blood niggas, a semi not on me
Exchange words and shots with like ten of my homies
And no matter what I do, I'm not good
Come forth form your vestibule halls
Into the last rays of the setting Sun
Breathe Thy honor and favor in me
Through blooming pillars of Laurel
and their deviant rule
Orchestrated by brothers rife with unprecedented disgust
Of this bastardised oppression
The lonely desert sun illuminates plains
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
Stunna, what up blood?
"Whattup
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
win the war
You are the bearer of Christ, you are made in His image and bought with a price
With His suff'ring and blood He's made sacrifice for you,
TITLE: U Tell It!
BY: LYRISTHEPOET
You don’t know who I know
So watch your tone
They’ll call you collect
Or fucking direct,
Fuck around
compare 'cause they don't understand the basics
Strikin' from the shadows, I been lurkin' with the patience
SMG 'boutta take the game by storm
They ain't
Ooh, what's that
Come on, I'm broke, baby. I ain't got no money
Bullshit. I see you shining, nigga
I can smell a motherfucker with money
Even Ray
rap what I live
So they know it's legit
Used to keep a eight ball with
My ho on the year
Where you goin' Blood? We hangin' out
Brang 'em out
make one call and you know that I'll slide
And we could do a drive by, cause them niggas they hide
I just wanna see y'all fucking face, many nights I
STORY
BORN INTO NEW LIFE
JESUS AS OUR GUIDE
HE LEFT HIS SPIRIT TO LEAD US
BACK TO THE FATHER’S SIDE
BY HIS BLOOD WE ARE SAVED
RECONCILED WITH OUR
these bandz
Got these bands between my hands
Aint no waiting I need advance
Them boy just done freed my mans
More than blood its deeper than
I be with
and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
atoned by his blood
Now God in his fullness is housed in this temple
Christ in me, hope of glory
My risen king, changed our story
Saved by grace through
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