Lyrics:
the city
2 stroke up no 4 they kiddy, 513 we rep our city, 125 that monster with it, vine street when we hit the city, fuck the opps don’t fuck with piggy’s
to the limit, I'm all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops braggin' about the nigga he's
(no)
Sit down I'm about to teach (teach)
Doin' numbers but they sleep (they sleepin')
G-wagon boy, this ain't a jeep (gee!)
Closed the windows cause they
Big dreams
More schemes
Can't trace us
Think you got the code
There is no replication
Cause I'm a veteran
Big two tone on my letter man
While I'm
stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
Oh shit I gotta fuck shit up I-I gotta be great you gotta believe you great before you became great so I'm great
Bro I really really know
I'm hella
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
banned
The beast remains
With no constant need to re-arrange
I dig with pen
And plastic plants mean
That I can't escape
By the time I'd reached
banned
The beast remains
With no constant need to re-arrange
I dig with pen
And plastic plants mean
That I can't escape
By the time I'd reached
clueless, cuz you think she sweet like Moscato
Baby you more than the wagon that you lug around
That carries all the baggage I know got you down
She drink
killer, weathered by the war
She still stood just to settle one last score
So she rolled on into Tucson, .45 hung at her hip
With a golden 'D' for Dalton,
That we are weak, yet He is strong
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Oh yes, Jesus loves me
For the Bible tells me so
He will stand by like no
thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one maid, all I need is a partner
To play spades with
the light
That means that same light should shine within you
Christ within you, He can handle all life’s issues
Be grateful, quit livin' hateful
Share truth
[Verse 2: Knowdaverbs]
I remember the days I was a Hip Hop tot
Shuffled on box tops dubbed tapes from cousin Scott
Then it seemed different once Christ was
a two thousand somethin station wagon
They got cash like Donald J Trump
I'm more like Trump when he went bankrupt
Square ass white boy square ass white
hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
(Aye, aye turn me up T.A.)
Yeah
Not by power
Not by might (Nah.!)
Only by the spirit that resides in Christ
Sword in my hand
Know that I'm ready
Policemen never could write
That's why our backs against the walls
Gun raised takin' out everything
Like bank withdrawals before the year 2K
And by the end
burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just
Jesus Christ said like this is Matthew 7:24
“Whoever builds their life on my word is
Like a wise man who built his house on a rock" Ya dig
Talk
for people that really changed up on me
And I smoke K2 just by myself, cause I know that you won't hold me
I used to punch hoes in my wall when I was
Armadale popping now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one
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