Lyrics:
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
know they gone hit you
These niggas be hating the
Fuck is they issue? They mad, ah damn
Busting it down on my real ones
They kill each other for lil ones
You recording?
Alright, keep it-keep it all that in there (I got this)
I'm on a different level right now
I know they hear it in my voice, nigga
light brown
These niggas ain't nice, they nice clowns
That's why I'mma start layin them right down
And have 'em there layin in the casket, ice down
say, yeah right with your rich ass (ok)
I can't fight with her thick ass (no way)
We cat fight then we kiss ass (ok)
That last drought was a setback
A new religion the state forced you into submission
(Hook)
Lord Have Mercy, Father Help us All
Lord Have Mercy, Father Help us All
Lord Have Mercy,
late
Wipe sin off
And
Clean your plate
Salvations right for you
What you got to lose
Violent take it by force
Pushin for The Source
CHORUS
hood fame
This shit ain't right
That's not even big game
Little nigga
Don't even weigh the same
Revenge is yours, my lord
Revenge is yours, my lord
gangsta baby, one thing about it, I ain't bulletproof
Never hire security 'cause I don't know what they gon' do or not
Wondering is they gon' shoot or not
(uh-huh)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke (for real)
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows (Lord knows)
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I
they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You
they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You
shake it, but I got you now, oh no
And I know that I realize, all I need is this And I know that I'll be right, if I learn like this
When I'm alone in
they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You
bundle up
See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just
bundle up
See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just
life be, and it ain't right, see
I'm prayin' that you hear me, and I gotta kill my desires
If not, they gonna kill me
I came in here naked, Lord, they
the Lord calls me home today, mama please don't cry
Just know I gave it my all, it's gon' be alright
Niggas ain't believe me, now they see me
Gotta keep my
on a late night
Tryna stay away from. What ain't right
Appetite for it cuz I know what it tastes like
So I slide to the plate but I know I ain't safe right
by my Soul
Friends or not
I don't even care
I know my creator
Um
I'm made in His Image
An I see Him
When I look in the Mirror
An felt it way before
I
will get your life snatched
I know a lot of niggas died like that
I'm talkin' straight drop, no act
I don't drink I was posted by the liquor store
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
the imperial
mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive
the Q-45,
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