Lyrics:
a faith
Lost without a trace
Crippled by the tools
Made by the hands of fools
Start the fire
And cast the first stone
"Teach me", said the God
around if he ever will
Darkling down on a zero-G dive
And we just can't say will the fool survive
Darkling down in a seven-G turn
Glowing like a coal
Promise to do right by you
Girl I will do all I can
Please just let me be your man
And girl don't make it complicated
I'm the man for the job so just grab
man that shit done hurt the worst
They hated all my nigga so they found their way in just to get him
They only killed the flesh, can't never kill
I see, but it ain't that lavish yet, man
Nah, it's just lavish my nigga, it's a lavish life my nigga
yeah
That shit was funny, motherfuckers,
I met my old lover on the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled
And we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves
caused you misery say when, oh darling
Say when
I was swayed by a smile
And some loving charms
And like a fool, I was drawn
To another's arms blinded by
Woman shined the apple, and the man had to take a bite
Anything that good, God knows, just had to be right
Well they woke up naked with a big headache,
He
[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You
Master P (Cube)
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout
a friend, I need one like a co-defendant" (woah)
Ever been stabbed in the back by your righthand man? (I have)
Don't never tell your left hand what your
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
I'mma whoop it like free
Have a pint, have a liter
This that dirty sweet tea
By three, I was just tryin' to grind on a G
Mane same time that Dr dre said
a rap sheet
I'm a legend in jail, and trap streets
You just beat a body and
You still trying to kill
They talking to a deaf man
Forty in my left hand
time
Day by day you'll fly across our minds
Only a fool would wanna stick around
When you're heaven bound
I disconnect the phone, heart from bone,
Chamillitary man
Fighting broke out over-night between
Rival factions along the Israeli-Syrian border
Initial reports claim Israeli jet fighters
Valentine’s Day at the crib. My
Kids are eating left-over leftovers, man. I can’t fool them no more. It’s job time
Every day every day
Got to work every
get me some treat
No trick the tried do the most
They cant let me give in
My life surrounded by the bros
Who put my chain outside?
Man i see snow
She
no dey away
No be by brain success na by grace
Chop your own make I chop national cake
No dey shenk man cus you first am see way
No jonze your guy cus
what we must just to make our money
And the urgency for the currency
Is concurrently reminding me to please hurry
So the tarps go up and the ropes get
the rain now
Ray J, old nigga, about 47 AK
I wake up every day, another payday
I do bad by myself, niggas fake, fake
Long arms, man, I'm comin' like
man a chasing the cheddar
Could a be a night, could a be a day
We nuh watch dem, all a dem a pon fool
So we tell em we a confuse
Like Nessie Mandela,
front of his building with the rest of his friends
I give him a pound no I mean I shake his hand
He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man
I go
grave!
Now I shall be the sixth man
Who offers you a ring
But this time it's not for love
Just for the bling i know your hand is full
So I guess you gotta
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