Lyrics:
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
This is what I want you to do, right?
Take your shoes off, goddamn ground is holy
I understand that
Give me strength Lord, Lord
Give me
You're nothin' but
The average nursery rhyme rapper
This for the wolves up north
Bush thugs who play blood sports
This ain't a game of chess
Big mouths get
accidents
Lord knows only lord knows
I seen doors close, the house almost foreclosed,
Skipped award shows, just to do more shows
And this is before gold,
and they scream their minds to the heaven
Dear lord why did it have to be this way
And I bet you've never
Been south of the river
Down the old Kent
but drug dealers
With more bread than jiffy like its homemade cornbread
Momma said
Don't you run mouth
Unless you run this house
I guess i'm running out
Searching for true love keep right on searching till I find
nothing good comes easy this I know
I keep right on searching till I find
CHIZZY MIC
the name, something unique like a slain
Make a difference, make a change
But ain't no puppets on a string
Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is
blasphemous
I know my momma didn't ask for this
You got them demons waitin' for me with the caskets lit
Please Lord, let this bastard live
[Chorus]
militance
We ain't beggin' politicians for nothing
Government funded, comin' gunnin' and stunnin', seein' the D's running
God bless us, Supreme Team, extreme
sleep
And, I don't have a dime
But, after all this time
I'm a rich man
No fancy car to drive
I don't know what it's like
To have a big house with a pool
the cake
Makeup in the mirror blinded by her face
He blinded by her body
Her circle just likes her shape
Doing yoga and pilates post
Pregnancy gained
of once was and never would be
Stood before me fore gone by four horseman of stories
The lord's lore of storms and gore and all who live by swords
The Old
White House Man
That goes for Cancer or the common cold
I am BOLD
Look death in the eyes
And repeat what I was told
By the stripes of the one
They
And he just turned 19
Shit fucked me up He still a kid
I look back on shit I did
Lord forgive me for my sins
I jus knew that I be dead by now
At least
[Verse One:]
Yo, the Lord is my shepard
The sword is my weapon
Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle
Shoes been scuffled, blood's
needa re-up
But the plug wanna text I'm trying
To who got it cheaper
Lord forgive me for that gun I
Had in that church house on the back road
It was
missed out, this ain't a real verse it's a quick style
Mid-drought, textile for the X house don't get vexed now
Memo flex, memo text, we been down we been
Starring out the window being hard-pressed
Praying for a better day god bless
Dear lord thank you for your many wonderful blessings
And I pray that you walk
a celebration huh
Oh is God speaking to somebody in the house this morning huh
See, God said
This is not a time
Of sadness Jones family
This, is a time of rejoice
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
to them times on the couch
Nobody thought we would make it this far
Chances I took and them bullets I dodged
Stopped by the law with a gun in car
On top
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
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