Lyrics:
a real nigga challenge get ya ears balanced
Come together with your brother you gone make that shyt
Happen happen happen happen
Come together with your
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
chugga
Once upon a time there was a railroad line (mmm)
Don't ask where, brother, don't ask when (mmm)
It was the road to hell, it was hard times
It
to the sky
'Cause we will never say bye
As a child, there were them times
I didn't get it, but you kept me in line
I didn't know why
You didn't show up
to the sky
'Cause we will never say bye
As a child, there were them times
I didn't get it, but you kept me in line
I didn't know why
You didn't show up
their families,
Young women with little children by their sides
Come night we'd wait out in the canyons
And try to keep 'em from crossin' the line
understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in a pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her
Hypocrites forget like marionettes strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
Remember me? The brother who said, 'black is black'
You can come by request, I don't play, I don't dress
Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we
amphetamine
All I can think for time in sync sink is fuck a, fuck a wedding ring
Can't sit and wait in line The number one regret for molded vets is how they
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
ringing down my line
I think the hoe crazy she was going
Out her mind but she won't
Get a dollar or a penny or a dime
Sent the woman to my brother
He my
the hard way
They wasn't in them trenches
They wasn't with us in them hallways
On that corner thuggin lost my brother hurt me always
She come round get
clean up my sins
Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'
And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mang...
Still deliver the order mang!
down broadway beneath the j line
Slumped in the incline position
Mind travelin' beyond the shell
Which holds the soul controlled by the Allah
I be
we hold heat Either your pops in jail dead or a deadbeat We gotta eat by any means necessary Cause niggas hustle from February to February And ain't no
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
'Cause I'm hated by many men (Many men)
And I do, I got many friends
I just stick with my brothers, no comin' in
(Comin' in) niggas be politics
I just sit
that time
What time is it?
For, for the A.M.
I slide swiftly, keep a brother steppin
(Loungin', strength in my throat)
Sweatin' as you get hit
Ooh, so many miles away Ooh, heaven knows that I love you
Get money in
Bitch, I'm hot thinkin' bout my brother like damn
Quick to kick a bitch out,
who all can vouch for me (vouch for me)
I got brothers who all can vouch for me (vouch for me)
Never been one to back off
Truth gets taxed off
,
Wars can only end between the lines.
It's not just what we think but what we learn,
It's not just what we get but what we earn,
Our conversations in my
since his word didn't stop
When he finish communion he gon' get a nickel rock
Lou started with a nickel rock, started flipping plenty blocks
30 Years in
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
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