Lyrics:
commissary
I can't feed him lines
Keep your head up
Do the crime, do the time
His boys got his back
You know he bang with pride
God bless his soul
Know he
Yo, this is the Gka-gka-genius
And I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side
You know we got the sess bones in the house
And, yo, God I'ma pass
took me by surprise
What's so important, then I looked into his eyes
He said son, Beware of Fast Talkers and Slow Walkers
Now I can't believe what I
this shit since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light,
Walker and her beautiful daughter
Pamela, was driving the car
They got hit by a man in a lite blue sedan
Who had obviously been to a bar
[Chorus:]
lights
I wish these days of glamor
Didn't have these lonely nights
I'm on the road to fortune
And I got the suitcase blues real bad
I guess I
one's calling me
Who got the blues? Who ain't fitting their shoes?
Who ain't paying dues? Who addicted to booze?
Who outta luck? Who out there feeling
up, straight up)
I did all your favors and live in poverty
I hustle all day n look where it got me
I keep helping fake friends for what
Twisting me
you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch
Suffocated by my rhymes
Rest your
'm a walker, baby
Get those walkin' blues
Jerk awake from some old ache
And grope around me for my walkin' shoes
Got a walkin' fever
Even in my secret thoughts
Under rated, under estimated by the ones who made it, FUCK EM!
I been stacking blue faces dead people got me live, of course I'm bout to blow why the fuck
it
It all makes sense
I touched this stone and the room
Got illuminated by the light from the runes
It started off as a deep red with a dreary gloom
down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
But Krayzie Bone will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I
yeah
Ooh, ooh
Oh
Oh, whoa, oh, yeah, yeah
Whoa, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, yeah, yeah, ay
Yeah
Ohh, ohh (check it out)
I said I got a jonz in my bones, oh
A storm is coming
to wash away
everything I knew
the thunder and lightning
come crack and booming to uncover the bones of walker’s past and shed
Nigga what you got to offer
Brand new chain like what it cost you
Brand new chopper get the sparking
I'm one rich ass motherfucker
I feel y'all
lyrically motherfucker you
Have met your demise jedi, the black chapter
Like the bone in they thigh been
Hip to the game niggas lame
I am July working my fire
like Walker
Rock a microphone like I was a native New Yorker
I strike hard like Ben Frank's lightnin' rod (uh-huh)
Leave you suckers scarred (uh-huh)
I got to go back to church again too, God is everywhere
But they need to accept God
That's what you should say
Dear God
Please do not
Take my mother
singin' out the blues
'Cause he's got no one back home
Oh, somebody sighed
Next day comes they send you back out on the track
All that sweat be
Hey, look over yonder out in the rain,
Soakin' wet fever in my brain.
Now, I ain't certain which way to go,
But I got to move, sure.
[Chorus:]
Whats up B. White
Yeah, yeah yeah
Okay, we got B. White on the beat man
Yeah, yeah
Fighting demons I’m protected by these angels
(By these angels)
don’t like me oh well, never needed no bitch I do bad by myself.
Oh
No, I can’t stand no walker
No, I can’t stand no Walker
No, I can’t stand no
and burnin'
Flirtin' with death and ain't promised my last breath
Try some prison blues, all this fear's got me under arrest
[Z] I used to be a thug, sold
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