Lyrics:
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And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
Chiraq, we don't need a .38
Just two young G's, one Nike pouch and his little blade
And if you live that day, give thanks to your God
'Cause there
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
the making
And when the hard working get paid with the crumbs
World leaders let the mass fall as a one
Ils, c'est ceux qui t'check : ton cell, ton Msn, ton
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
was rollin' by...
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither
I said the years was rollin' by . . .
You'll see now!
There
You find a MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn
You find a MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn
swirling, a lot of things be said/
Like grown men, with other men, laying in bed/
So IF YOU WANNA GET A HEAD,YOU GOTTA GIVE EM head/
I guess the women aren't
yea
Yea yea
Grew up with the gang
Bunch of renegades
I come from the ghetto
But I ain't living there
Did some phenomena
That boy he a menace
Can tell by
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
ya to come get
I'm 2 steppin' with my weapon
Cause they don't check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there
And they don't check us
All of the niggas
went around the country and I taped people in
Weight rooms workin' out man. I would just sit there with my tape recorder,
Press record, and these people
representing knocking shit down
Yeah, right
Feel me, yeah
Come on
Now, I'm in love with these two chicks
I don't know which one to pick
My feelings for them
clicks open her purse and
Passes me two band-aids
I take them with a grateful smile
Of all the things dwarfed
From our high seats
The long black stage is
too
The royal society came up with them to push there narrative for fossil fuels
Things got crazy after they Supposedly found one tooth
There is
G's up in her sleep
When will it stop
I guess when they leave me lyin' on the block
With tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops,
odds I'm still playin my hand
This rap shit is calculated I can't leave it to chance
On the road like Boyz II Men, but trust me this aint the end
This
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
and
The caddies was wasted because
Those twenty-two dollars plus the
Tips wasn’t no garbage
There wasn’t none of that shit
That I couldn’t spark with
Please, if I
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
[DJ Scratches]
It Goes Bliss and Eso
Gallop though your metro
Droppin fresh shit what part you don't get bro?
One for the fun and Two for the crew
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