Lyrics:
when I see you cry
I'm so fuckin' numb
I'm standin' there just starin' at the brake lights
I can't even step foot in the city that you reside
You
the Lord knows when
Just a little baby boy with a silver toy
And the polio strikin' fire and wind
At four foot nine, just one of his kind
The greatest
coming back
I'm not coming home
I can still remember you, all five-foot-tall
And when I looked up at you, I felt very small
I thought you were just
other
For just a slice of plunder
Too down and tired to wonder
Whose foot you're crawling under
Oh-oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Ah-ah, oh-oh-oh (ah-ah,
make you get on up, ha
Ain't no bitch in my blood
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make you get on up
On the good foot
foot, right foot
That's the ticket
You'll be back on top real soon
Whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives?
Just twenty minutes 'fore
do my thing
Like the motherfucking dog and the gun gun bang
I be the D-R-A-G dash got niggas foot slim
'Cause bullets make your feet fast
We
that I have seen standing on the edge
The foot of precipice floating in the sea
Past the king of swords quickly to the shore
The last baron, the last
at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment
Run until my foot achy,
Shifting my weight now from foot to foot
What did she see in this man
I'm not superstitious but if I can get
This ball in the basket
Then he'll
I will sacrifice; I promise I'll behave
I'll keep my head high; I'll keep my foot out of the grave
I'm lucky I found you; you know you always speak
Jump all you can and you got out your right foot
The sooner you get out in your hideaway
I might be left dead, side of the road
Serves a place
And they can't believe we're through
They ask me what I'm doin' now
And in case you're wonderin' too
I breathe in I breathe out
Put one foot in front
dapper, she nuh cry fi nah doop
She shed those lonely tears for di little ghetto youths weh ballin'
Stary, stary X-News and Gleaner
Foot might be dirty
are resting now Billy saw a copper and he hit hime in the knee Took him down from six foot to five foot three Then he hit him fair and square in
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
Got a foot and a half of unregistered steel
Shake that sis, we got a street to deal
Got an inch and a half of number nine shot
Pumped up your ass
long
Front foot leads the back one
Go on, and it won't be too soon
I'm gone, I'm gone
And onto the next one
So long, and I won't be back soon
the golden rule
And nuh mek nuh man come use yuh turn yuh inna foot stool
Gwan guh and school tek in yuh lesson well
Cause soon you can be the manager fi
my hand
Please take my soul to rest
So we can always be around
Faltering foot steps
Dead end path
All I that need is this wise mans staff
real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
I wonder if I'm gon' ever see Screw again
One foot in the street, got one foot in the pen
I think I was about seventeen when my pappy said to me,
Come on now with me, Son,
Goin' to take you to Jukin' City.
You can stomp your foots
at last, all right
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
I hit the ground with the running at last
I said I can't wait to get in a car
Your foot's down, the city's so
the floor
Foot silhouette under a bedroom door
Driving me home at 7AM
Hand in mine, like a heaven sent hymn
Moving and shaking like the ramblers do
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