Lyrics:
you know this lady never kneels
Red for the heartache and blood shed for thee
White for the stars and stripes and Prince of Peace
Blue skies they
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
[Hook: x 2]
It wasn't for this, it wasn't for that
Ohh, best believe a better world
[Talib Kweli--talking over chorus]
Yes, ladies
somehow (2x)
Hey.
Oh the blood of Jesus (repeat 3x)
It washes white as snow
White as snow.
Oh come let us adore Him (3x)
For He alone is worthy (3
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
There's holes inside your sweatshirt
Through your apparel, through your blood, through your bone marrow
Precise with this mic device, slice your pie like
the violence bro
Block my foes in the name of the lord
One By one am full of surprises
Two By 2 that's a silent ride
Three On 3 I've seen that before
Four By 4
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3
sign
Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein
I'm a certified hustler and a G
Trying to metamorphasize a hundred two a hundred three
I'm chasing
QB the whole NYC
We gonna bounce to this
To all my niggaz (yeah yeah)
To all the ladies
Chorus:
Sometimes I wonder
Will a nigga go
my coven
Drippy, drippy blood a-comin'
Talking cheaper by the dozen
Sliding OUT there goes one
Two three FOUR here they come
Damn my placenta feels
in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our
when I'm hit by the laser beams
Ladies fiend rappers are choosin up teams
So who could beat up just before we meet up
Before I kick
yeah, Salt
I'm the Pepa everybody, the Pepa
Come see the three
Young ladies in the fellas' fantasies
Cuz we will be trendsetters to all MC's
Yeah, that's
ya
It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling
Three more cards and the sky's will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked
One, two, three, four, five-trey-five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Thang, my thang, I keep my mind on the G's
Blanco (ki-ki-ki, ki)
friends
I don't need no arguments, girl
Don't need no arguments
About what time I come in
About when I come home
It's a party at the bucket of blood
And Big
might have been his flesh and blood, the true love of his dreams
The other one was fallen, a lady of the night
She stuck with Doc, through thick and thin,
coming soon
The hate in my blood got immune
We not even cool hoe you gotta bring me on mute
To even get me to commute
Yall out of fumes 2-0-2-3 is my year
bucks enough
To trouble and have your blood pressure bubble up
Man the fuck is up
You don't like your life level up
Get a job get a shot or shoot yourself
Blood Money the regime
First lady, yes, I mean, but only in ya dreams
You can never be me, there can only be one queen
Stain go ape shit
I ain't got time
to hunt at night
Over three weeks the boy still floating in a creak
Lady across the street saw
But she wouldn't dare to speak
A New metal bat to smash caps
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