Lyrics:
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire (fire)
Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I won't go down by myself
But I'll go down with
with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains
Four finger rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was
g-a-n-g makin noise
Us niggas from the Brick now wreckin shit with the (Badd Boyz)
Step to my crew, you get your dome flown and blown
I'm part
and I ain't begging her to stay like baby please n*gga but I do fuck with that old r&b n*gga like Jodeci ,Boyz 2 men, and Shanice, n*gga I'm trying
a lot
V1
We in the land of opportunity but thinking from Satan we got immunity.
We acting like God he don't do impunity, like Galatians 6 isn't there
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
cursed
By the keenest urge, the sweetest taste for her blood
And when they had slain men worthy of the sword
She had ravaged them with her hands
Indulging
Uh
Uh (yeah)
Yeah
Get 'em
Iron lung, iron skin
Pretty Tony, we iron men
C.R.E.A.M., chocolate deluxe
Loaded up in the lion's den
If I ain't
the Crackerjack store
still at will
for field up the skill for the jill by the Jack
misguided mojo swing low string
sing along as I bring along with the song
live in a mirage
The only way by (way by)
Is for us to die so I cry
Tear in the eye
I need that heavy comforting
So I know that I will get by
Love
at the memories with laughter
And now months and months have gone by
There's still no one to laugh with me while I cry
Stolen identity (Yeah)
Stolen identity
of us that we love
Stand by them and stay close to them
And I say that if there'd been a couple of more a
little closer to Dr. King he wouldn't have
Jesus is the Lord
But by the Holy Spirit
And if one prevails against him
Two shall withstand him
And a threefold cord is not quickly broken
Wisdom is
niggas
I'm comin' wit' all bars, no jokes
No chokes
Cause all you do is spit a bunch of bullshit
No quotes i'm so dope with no soap you
About to get washed
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
exist in a midst of unforgiveness.
The outcast never last,
Because they out of there class.
Most get by with there 9 to 5.
Trying to survive,
In a rat
Of which they make is more than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse for time for
me, I'm better off just left alone
And I ain't even tryna go there with record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say, "What
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
a string, like I'm an elephant
Tired being held by a string, like I'm an elephant
In the room, I'm writing my interlude
Sometimes I believe I believe I write
will or billionaire
In a palace or a manor
Manned with killers at your care
If you're pencilled in his planner
Chance is he's already there
Perhaps that
the answer
I really wanna be with you;
I get hard after seeing you
How hard? Hard like a rock,
When you make that pussy pop!
[Chorus: x2]
Pop that
between black men and women about roles
But, I thought the point was to build up our babies to sustain two parent homes?
Because a union will always beat
Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist?
The fabric rips, the fabric tears
Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare
It’s the bass
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