Lyrics:
Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
G-D's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake trappin' ass
a little trailer
In the corner of this fancy sandy lot
And I'm getting really tired
Of hearing who I oughta be and hearing who I'm not
And I gotta get
unheard
I'm done with the wicked lost sin
I may live here, but this is where I begin
For I dwell in the house of the mighty Lord
And by his stripes I was
Yeah these are my words to my firstborn
You know what time it is, these are
My words to my firstborn
Nothin' left to hear
Now, can you picture
Young
burning.
Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand
Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand alone
See the mother gave birth to the soul
His future’s cursed when he's sold
How much on earth can one person control
The bible I read the Lord said
cause this life is always schoolin' me
I came from nothin' now I'm livin in abundance
I'm putting in the work and I'm blocking out the nonsense
Choke slam
cND THE GcNG
FOREVER PcID
WE DON'T DO NOTHIN' FICKLE
ONLY MOVE ON PRINCIPLE
McKIN' cLL THIS LOOK SIMPLE
THcT DON'T MEcN THcT IT'S LITTLE
TcKING
good angel in our house.
God bless you for it, God reward you for it,
Philip, with something happier than myself.
Can one live twice? can you be ever
rappers right now
Tryin to front
Like they don't know what time it
Is with my motherfuckin man
But he gonna do it like this
Lord Finesse is in the house
anymore
My cold heart shows no love no more
Breakin' in your house
From your fancy back door
I'll make sure you gonna kiss your posh-n-dirty floor
Cuz I'll
to Guarded steel
Bought to buy my granny house with all $100 bills
Buy my mom a car and take her out on fancy meals
Because legends never die
That's why I did
better run-away
Call me a renegade, outlaw, cowboy
Fuck around, you find a dead
Cat at your house, dogg
We use these mob-methods, God bless his soul
When
of the lord come down i wanna make this money oh
Daddy oh
Oluwa come run am for me
This year i wan buy motor and i wan build house for my momsi oh
Daddy oh
(Damn, Ben Marc shot this too?)
Cash rules everything around me
C.r.e.a.m., get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money,
in, in
Stop, don’t you feel the tension in this place?
Hearts drop at the mention of correction there is hate
By the Kings command I address you in His
Or these ghetto fab queens
Already platlum in the streets
I even got them jail house niggas
Sendin' they cheese to me
Big Chan in japan
Bitch I'm over
this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin' in The Source
and saying this:
"think of our little house in louisiana!"
Family
O lord, look down upon our daughter,
Show her the way that leads the good to thy reward.
"I don't know WHAT'S WRONG with these children today."
"Nothin that a good ass-kickin wouldn't help!"
[Verse One]
Lord have mercy, the devil he
nobody believin'
Nothin' deceivin', know the truth
What the fuck you was needin'?
We gather this evenin' for the one
Reputation was steamin'
Vision me
Freddie Mercury, this is your life
Thank the Lord that you were born white
And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity
To peddle your hypocrisy
dude
Ravishing Rick
Surrounded by savages
This ain't no average shit
Whole flow got potion and magic
Since some of yall ziggin
I'm zaggin
You
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