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Got excited when invited to block parties with my cousins
Tapin every rap jam that slammed on the radio
School time came, on the plane back to the O
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this
Ecclesiastes 3, 1-22
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven
A time to be born, and a time to die
A time to plant,
brothers build the kingdom here i come with my bricks
Got my life on da line every time the time ticks
Standing in the pocket angels are my linemen
See
the past present with me
So every morning on the wake up, and she's applying make up
I'm pondering all the different ways for us to break u
Women have
running some miles
Getting in his cardio
Chased by a bullet but now I'm triggered to fire some blows
The devil wants my demised
Jim Crow is well
plank
Get you higher than a Spike Lee joint
See I'm a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon
It ain't nothing but hard time bailing
Just
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this
to give up (though her boyfriend wasn’t interested in helping out), she kept going, kept working hard and in a short time her business flourished and was
no time to work im steadying wanting more
everyday is a test yes I try hard but im struggling
with every breath. I pray to god that the that the
woman
speeds
I'm the reincarnated, the rebirth of dying breed
I exceed human limits not constrain by any burden
Revenge is a dish I specialize in cold the way
a nigga, but with a mic, I’m a god killer
No hard feelings…motherfuck the law – cops
Killing niggas off, then call us all some cop killers
Rich telling
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Planned it all out day by day
Snapshots of moments had changed my ways
Time blinded by our adolescence
We're restless instrumentalists
Cruisin' all alone
No
sorry)
For all this time, so sorry, baby (uh) (sorry)
I never meant to leave but I was wanted
Crossed too many people, every house I'd touch was
a way to break away from all the lies your told
We gotta save this world controlled by mind control
And in each of these cases we are told
These are
Always alone, that's why i'm hard
Ain't going home, i'm way too far
All by my own, ready to war
I wanted to travel with the women of my dreams
Well,
trillionaire
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I
the knight on a pure white steed
all I ever wanted all that I could ever need
No one seems to take the time to love the way you do
you give yourself in every
and raised in the outer lands
And at times you could say I'm out of hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
Every time that paper hits my tongue
And at times you could say I'm out of hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
Every time that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my
the way
Every nigga I know hoop dreaming or scheming
Morphine and dope the fiends still leanin'
I'm a chip off the whole block
Whip off the old lot
I'll rip
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