Lyrics:
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
Ready for bed, and I lay my head down
I hope I don’t die in the night
Right now I’m ready to fight
Put my arms up, and then I
Just starve, what
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take
own a body in the cape
He looked at me like I'm a G though
This was when he was in three door
To-lu, he come for his kilos
But he got a bag of them
fit to slow down
Iraq season mehn I'm about to blow now so you for hold on Chiooo
Miiba tis3 keteke
Miiba beyi wu setei
Mi style na koy3 tis3 Kwaw kesse
we done made it through the rain
Pulling up big body, swerving in the range
And niggas ain't gone hit about it, I done seen some things
Something
boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch
Rich and Poor
Door to door
I sell the lord
While I am at war
Verse 2:
Jam up to my game
TraVisT is the name
Reign up the shame
For I'm owned the blame
[Intro - Memphis Bleek (w/ ab-libs in background)]
Yeah, yanahmean?
Just something for all my niggas in the hood
They always ask me, what I got
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
see if that's true...)
*click-click*
Count to 3...
(All the way up to 6, if I have
To.)
Don't shoot me...
I may be f
Aster than you... (One...)
"When I
reminder I'm hated
These symptoms of which I've listed are opposite of abating
And now I'm getting berated by self
Why aren't you dating
I had an excuse for
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
(sh)
Can't have the phone by the scales when bagging
Airin' my gyal, know she's at home mad
And been up for so long that I ain't even knackered
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
in this house, it's some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out
Walk up from my spot, see I don't have
it'd been me.
It all happened so quick when that car door slammed,
It musta broke something, 'cause the door locks jammed.
You was already down
One, Two, Three, Four
Party on the next Door
Got a free Throw a'int no better Red Coat
Mark my Flow cuz I a'int never Slow
Watch my bro he's on the high
Fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (Sixty bucks?)
CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in
OPP (Yeah you know me) [Repeat: x3]
Who's down with OPP (All the homies)
As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted
The first two letters are
no more
Get the door and don't let it hit you
Where you were split by the good Lord
Done picked number three World War
Yah that living room floor
Is
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