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his head enough
To let the guy that was at gunpoint grab his own gun
Now they both got weapons, maybe I should help him
Sneak up, slow and deck him
doin’ is the last thing I’d do
He sends killers to hellfire, both here and eternally
The good live forever in a place called Heaven
God told me this
JANEL FINE ASS
CRIB BY MONORE
THE STICK A CIG
SOLD IT FOR 6 CUZ IT WAS OLD
BOBBY AND WHITNEY
TRYNA ROB ME RISKY
SKIP THE RIGAMAROLE
BITCHES PLAY
How many
How Many
How many
How Many
How Many
How many people lost their lives
How many people gotta go
How many how many
How many mothers gotta cry
Trying to make it
A little better to live
Big brands taking the control
Over little that just drown
But I’m still buying adidas
Cause it looks better
Yeah, she got macked by some dope-dealin' nigga
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was
People of New York!
For quite some time now I
Have silently observed you
Carrying on with your silly, meaningless
Little lives
Well, tonight, it will
first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
Ima ride for my family ties
Bought a gun cause my hood is not nice
All I want is to be a good guy
Tryin hard to protect and provide
Hustle on every
tight
And it seems like we're supposed to be side by side
All I wanna do is set things right
Can we call a truce? We both have our truths
And I
really kiss me
Dem a mad over me, hey-a, over me
An' dem a talk over me, hey-a, over me
Mi know a little girl by di name of Beverly
Mi check her stop, mi
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
Turn The Other Cheek lyrics
V1
We live in a time now a days
Where everybody's got a little something to say
They don't walk the walk
They just
babies are the light of my life
I love Sissy Spacek, I love Guy Clark
All the biscuits and gravy I can eat with a fork
I don't wanna be famous, who
a little bit, too.
PRINCETON
I guess we're both a little bit racist.
KATE MONSTER
Admitting it is not an easy thing to do...
PRINCETON
But I
I been hypocritical saying I'm never cynical
But since I was a little one I made it all about me
How do I live up to my high standards?
of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia
Smoke the weed suh 'til mi eye dem a bleed
Me can't get the chronic, well di killer a leave
the little kids I'm makin' a good impression
'Cause a lot of my hits are written on the john
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
This's a hidden
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
Say they name WooTang, 4-5 or Glock They both gon' ring, I don't post on Insta
No social, I come from the trenches now I live by the coastal
Say they
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