Lyrics:
finally got these niggas up out of my business
Death has severed all my friendships, it's been hell ever since I've been here
All these fake niggas come
bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
Here come the big pay back
Looking up
You can hear the end of the story by the sound of my feet
The earth could never budge me
The sea could never nudge me
The sky could never judge me
And bottles of beer
And show them how to live like this here!
Yeah, got alot to say
‘Cause it ain’t no fun when your locked away
You’ve gotta pay me, stay wagey
Reggae accident
By: lucas p. gravell
1993
-- spoken:
"okay now, get ready here's your part. now listen to me."
It was a reggae accident
I said
here, Better days are here
I feel like a book that has never been read
I feel like a book that has never been read
Judge me by my cover you'll miss
Wake up she been blowing up my phone
It was on dnd bitch leave me alone
You been doing way too much
I just need some fucking space
You can come by
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
feeling but I still live in the A homeboy, I'm here for that
When I walk on the courthouse judge feel the case out, definitely here for that
Y'know when
Meth on deck man, on deck
For e'rything routine right here
Routine, Gambino, that's that shit
Y'all thought it was over,
Yeah, yo
I'm in
WE ALL WANT THE SAME THING YET HERE WE STAND SO DIVIDED,
“WE THE PEOPLE” STAND TOGETHER, THEY FEAR US BEING UNITED..,
BACK THE BLUE!!
BLUE LIVES
help us, come on
Michael Stipe:
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us, together we can all be strong
P Diddy:
father
P Diddy:
Father help us, come on
Michael Stipe:
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be
help us, come on
Michael Stipe:
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong
P Diddy:
help us, come on
Michael Stipe:
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong
P Diddy:
hate us cuz they traders so catch the vapors/I tellem sometimes you got to slow down hold up wait up stay up get bucks for enimies snatch your plate up/a
Mr. Lecrae my momma sold me up the river for some rocks
And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem
Now here you come telling me I'm a low down dirty
One time I spent a week inside a little country jail
I don't guess I'll ever live it down
I was sittin' at red light when these two men come
them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
here come the big pay back
looking up
them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
here come the big pay back
looking up
rather die on my feet, than ever live on my
I'd rather die on my feet, than ever live on my knees.
All pray, judge and leaders
You made us, none
do it for paper
You come with the vapors or capers
Or caper and vapors
Its cool, someone I'll call later
Chorus:
Me and my homies, love the bottle
Doin' all this sippin' Belvedere
Gotta sheriff here and a bailiff here
All we missin is a judge
One night with a random bitch, and she'll burn your ass
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
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