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much time goes by, I'ma shoot my best shot and see if it goes through
Extend my arm, flick my wrist and release with perfect form
Then the predator goes
in her face and it went "Ahhh"
My homeboy Charles
Went up in his sister, behind the garage
I was menace, I was freaky, I was sick
When y'all was tryin
know the ones like Yvette
We fucked in the car, behind a bar
I shot it in her face and it went "Ah"
My homeboy Charles
Went up in his sister, behind
The first vow I made was to love you, with the same love that Christ has for His church
It's a love that's unconditional, it's inseparable, it's for
something up, send some messages
Ayo, ayo, I used to tell a maid
"Sunny side up"
Basement, a chainsaw, money tied up
Paper bag over his head, tell 'em come
Crucify me and my fiends
Acting like they know my streets
Acting all brand new
We be in the church with the middle finger up
We be in the church with
and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut (He did it now)
Tried to make it
one knew about
I was the church kid every one liked
Always in church kind of my hideout
In plain sight a hypocrite in the night
Nobody knew what was
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
Or holding up a grind
And
You already knowing life's a big fight
Against time
Man
Crime minds
Really shine
Who's dying
Is the kind
Man
When some
lover, crazy lover
What kind of love my Jesus shows crazy love
Cleans up his gun
He's ready to rob the streets
To make ends meet
He's lost count of men
is showing –
The recent transactions of his bank account
No one gets paid until what
Needs to get done, gets done
Nope that's not the rules no money
z
I will take the franks,while I bump blueprint 3
My gift you can't curse,best rap by biggie hearse
Lying to the folks like the pastors in a church
asking too much
Just be good
I want me a man, you know the kind of man
That still go to church with his mama
I want me a man, you know the kind of man
grinding out the trunk getting hella cash
B-Legit man, E-40 dude
Del and Heiro got their start up under Cube
Love to my Bay Area fam
'93 Til Infinity is
of love you're in
Baby, that's the kind of love you're in
All my days I'm by your side
'Til I have no days left to give
But from the bottom of my soul
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
for those who even kinda want it
'Cause for this man, I would take a lighter
And light up all of my Lighter money
You can call it pyro money, "Hi
daddy's girls
And love is patient love is kind
God's timing always perfect
We don't have to trade momentary pleasures for his purpose
Same way Adam and Eve
moment of silence and
I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd
Made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform
But by
Come write me down, ye powers above
The man that first created love,
For I've a diamond in my eye
Wherein all my joys and comforts lie,
Wherein
I'm who and why, I'm rude and kind
My cars are computerized, I'm cruisin' by
Smokin' blunts Ruben size
You fools can try, these tools getting
a widow
Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar?
The Five-Foot Assassin knocking fleas off his collar
Hip-hop scholar since being knee-high
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