Lyrics:
30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggas cross me
I'm certified crasy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for
This for my people who don't treat Love like a commodity
Know that we are tethered by the Force that lives inside of me
And you
Its true
And I'll
the faith to believe
You're holding me
Hold on to me
There's so many things oh God
That I could really thank You for
From the way the sun rises in the morn
to live
Just ask my nigga how it get, he had his skeezy in that vid
They had a shootout by the pops when I had left, real shit
Niggas looked at me all
I see these niggas lookin', I'm clutchin' on my pown
And just like Cleo, bitch, I set it off, I let off the rounds, yea
Pop me a Perc' while I'm
woah)
hold, hold me clo
Got God by my side, no reason for me to hide God, Jesus in my life, Jesus will make it all right
Rather be rapping for God,
Mayfield
Hittin' notes, hit the joint
Leave the roach
You don't know
What you do to me lately
I got so much love for ya
Want you to know
How much
What's the meanin of ghetto fabulous
Not ridin the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
were tennis
Killers ride for that paycheck, AK, okay, check
Bitch nigga let's play chess, yo bitch next, no latex
These niggas won't hold me back,
day by
Day by day by day by day by day by day by
We laugh at them, for they know their day is coming
The wicked draw their swords to slay the upright
by day by day by day by
Day by day by day by day by day by day by
We laugh at them, for they know their day is coming
The wicked draw their swords
York GZA maintained Franklin Lane
I was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slain
Old Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis
Accept each other
We're ready
Through the hard times had the fear knock me down
Torn apart by living with fear and doubt
We're not alone even when
and the White Sox
Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead
Yeah, it's the new king of everything
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at.
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that,
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack.
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
Hold on
(My soul is on)
Can I stay with you?
Make it easy for me
You are the most selfish kind
Nevermind what I need
Water's crashing
Road
Hold on
(My soul is on)
Can I stay with you?
Make it easy for me
You are the most selfish kind
Nevermind what I need
Water's crashing
Road
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Hey, hey, hey
F is for all the
Fatties wearin' my shit
(Do you want me
Noah, Noah let me come in
Door's all locked and window pinned
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on
Hold on, hold on, keep your
Hand on that plow,
heard from in weeks.
I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they
to heal
Curse me with bad wishes
Still remained solid
Protected by God's word
So that's why he hard to kill
In the end he still win
When you really wanna
fucking hoe
Aye, hold up
I've been going thru the city everybody seems like they know me
But they don't know shit about me
I just wanna be alone
Come feel
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