Lyrics:
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K-Ci
want
Some brothers some brothers wear fake ones, still tryin' to flaunt
Walkin' in a party, lookin' like Joker
Big ole six inch garage door opener
We too deep in this thing, you'll never lose me
LOLOL, I'm glad you find this shit amusin'
Heard a lot about me 'fore we started off
I know you
the greatest love & respect
But to be honest, I'm vexed with myself for missing moments that you set up in texts
Cause my career had me stressed
Twisted ankles
Seen him cry two times in my life and that was crazy
By his side funeral making sure that he make it
That just showed me some bonds could never be
to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle
I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver
That was 'til the ball got flat by a dope needle
with me
We've come along to hear you all play
And I know the wide porch is the place to be
'Hi there! I'm so glad you dropped by
Betty replies
We'd love
of haters in my lifetime
That I would of smoked if i would of had a Tek 9
But, here I stand as a man, and I'm free to say
I'm hella glad that my momma
this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I
can see your breath hanging in the air
you see homeless people but you just don't care
its a sea of smiles in which we'd be glad to drown
*Kenny sings*
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
I almost lost my brother
I'm just glad that I got him
I still got too many problems
I been
I been slipping in the rain
I been tryna get away
I been
an ol' boy named Bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the 1950's they were in everybody's home
There's a crazy little thing they call
myself
In the betterment of my fellow being
We are brothers and sisters, each and every one
I promise to love my enemy
And never become that which is
his older brother
After we'd be ballin', hit his crib and start talking
Me and T were chillin at J's, more often
Hittin' dope
It's started, going by
chill by yourself, don't really sweat nobody
Speak to all the brothers and say peace to every hottie
But lurking in the ghetto is a germ that insist
to serve
For the glory of service
We say we are different
But it appears to be
In a different way
This giant needs saving
We can do it by ourselves
Why
Sitting in my lowrider
Some say I'm a cold fighter
But I'm not a violent brother
I find my strength in each other
And I don't hold quiet
I try
meditation of God shall be sweet:
I will be glad in the Lord.
Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth,
cnd let the wicked be no more.
Bless the Lord,
No running from them, nah please listen here
Like you would in the class
Or talking to mom, or talking to dad
I'm just glad that you're listening
said Jesus love you and he died got for your sins (Jesus loves you,died for your sins)
And if you let me, I'll be glad to lead you straight to him
We
By how long it takes to get to
When it's other things to tend to
The powers that be don't wanna lend you
Any power, but it's in you
To be free, as much
Tryna bury them niggas who diss on my block (get that nigga)
No way, we be sendin' them shots like it's okay
Fell in love with my knock (like, what?)
gone by, I
Trying to find the reasons why, I
I always seem to make you cry, I
Just don't know why
Well could it be
You always running in the streets
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