Lyrics:
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Vacation for My Soul
Miss me, baby
'Cause I'm missing you
Wherever we'll be
There will be rest for me
'Cause you're a vacation for my
What I need to do to get my name out
Keep the coal lit 'fore I flame out
Rain down hell like a B12, strap your seatbelts, snapping necks like Lenny
It's so many tragedies in the land mehn
Someone gats to speak
I gats to speak
K2B what's up
you ready?
Pray for Jos
Pray for Benue
Pray for Nigeria
the ride
And remember
You're blessed to be alive
Young Leo
Look after your pride
Humbly I abide
By the code
Family first and then it's the bros
If you know,
not a 41
Try again, bitch, I'm not one of them
Glock cocked, I be done shot one of them
They ain't know I had the gun
When they let me in
You know I got
Let me confront, the ultimate sin
You're ready to die, but I'm dying to live
Verse 3:
What you know about mass appeal?
I peel out as I clutch
to the choir
Send them bands up
And reserve all praise for the most high
He the only one can save you when I roll by
Cause I don't take prisoners
I just make
Ah yeah, yo Ren, you ready to do this shit?
Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up
Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky ass beats?
Yo,
like
You going through mazes
Improving performances just by
Going through stages growing into a woman
I'll be going through changes
It will be something
like
You going through mazes
Improving performances just by
Going through stages growing into a woman
I'll be going through changes
It will be something
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
the black agenda
Who will I vote for in November
When I'm sickened by the few contenders
What a time to be remembered
How time has just dismembered
members
it I'm ready
Seems redundant for me to pray that heaven is real
When from under me the rug was pulled I fell to a kneel
I leaned on drinking
eyes, relax, let me feed the cat
Living fat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings
Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing
I
life
I pray it look good in God eyes
I pray it look good in God sight
I try, to stay right
Gets easier when I hold tight
Trailing closely by your side
The doomsday clock is ticking tocking
While we're wasting time there's no sign its ever winding back
I brought two daughters in this world and I'll be damn if I
ta quicken put to derail my thugs
Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruise in my Mercedes
As ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey
lost
I never talk i’m like Penn & Tell
Niggas be hating I wish em well
Niggas be faking I wish em well
Hoes they love me they kiss and tell
But I never
Back then when she dey sing for Choir.
Chorus:
If no be say, if no be say
Life na one, Swear I go give u dis one.
Wouu Hmm yea
Babe no mind Dem say, Dem
From a couch nigga
Could be yo kids out here
Getting murderd in these streets
Lately it's been hard to tell whos enemy I swear
Ready to risk it all
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
pray to god, load my chopper
Tell them niggas I'm ready
In the middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
In the middle of the summer
Summertime
and just elevate
'Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right, ready for war
Workin' hard today for a better tomorrow
Hey, yeah,
that's some shit you never fault
All the shit you putting me through after all I wish you well
All the ways that I been sinnin I pray I don't go to hell
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