Lyrics:
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'
how I get these mills
And still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
Money long it don't fold up
we're gonna live our lives
I mighta saved you, you saved Joe
I think fate introduced, me to this kind soul
Can we go back to to the days, let's travel
on my life
Tryna maximize potential
Like I'm a Jackson 5
My passion is to slide,
On the beats and come alive
To play the game like me
You gotta have a lot
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
the most
Im a street nigga
I live by the code
Sleeping on heffy this nina don't nap
One the few n****s who live what I rap
I aint at the club
Bitch big hef
Shootin' guns all night
Straight shots of Hen with no chaser
Mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier
The Gremlins, the pack that I come with
Keep
My son's name is Michael Justice Ajani Sterling
Michael after his grandfather, not to mention Jordan, Jackson, and Tyson
See, he came out fighting
that's how I live as a boss
I get to the bag and by any means
I'm still going hard with nothing to eat
Kick down the door they won't give me a key
I want
outta yourself, by assumin
(YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(Turn that shit all the way up,
be so
Yeah don't be so selfish (Don't be)
Now her mums
Get a call at work
Bring!
Is this Ms Jackson?
Yes
Could you please come down to
Beep
Why?
Yeah! Come on! Come on!
ATL! yeah! Haha! WOO!
If you feel like you've been touched
By our music that is
Nowadays everybody just wanna poke their
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
rent by making sum out of nun
Huh?
I wanna live in the hills next to Paris Hilton
Fuck love I need a mill— nah a billion
Richard Millie for every one
Rose's diary,
That's why an appetite for destruction lives inside of me.
I'm not - your - typical lyricist,
Acting gangsta and sellin' out appearences.
Blaze)
Real as they come
Where I'm from, I'm the trillest one
Raised by the dealers in the village slum
Unemployment's high, it's harder to get a gig
Our the father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom
come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily
laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I
and that's a fact and every time she come to Vegas she bet on black and I'm the blackest man she ever saw like Newports cornrows or prison time like dreadlocks
that we live by
They say they crucified Jesus with a couple of thieves
Lord we don't know we do
We just know what we need
Theresa was the finest piece
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Some girls go to church on Sunday
Live life by the golden rule
You got girls gonna graduate one day
Some come laude from party school
Some they
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