Lyrics:
Fell in love and died again
I'm off a pint a gin while Lazarus is mixing Vodka wit the Henny and the Heineken
Orville Redenbauccer's daughter poppin
thing that everybody in the world can relate to
You can't run from it, you can't escape it
It's really a part of life
It's all about how you deal with
just kept swingin
Twelfth round's comin, bells ringin
(I run with trouble, trouble)
Introduced to the game, when I was just a child
Mama loved a drug
to come at me though
In ‘94 mama's water broke
I moonwalked out the cooch then slid in your mama's hole
I'm such a problem though (Hc)
Many have tried, they
the Folgers
Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight
Ridin' by the lake, double X's on my license plate
(Bitch, I keep that) big bass, so they know I'm in
psycho shit
I got a axe with ten blades
That I might go get
If I explain it to you, nia
Then you will get hit
Tell your mama it’s a black dress
She needs
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
[Chorus: x2]
God help me out here, 'cause I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
the city.
Missing you Mama Missing you mama missing mama missing you mama
Pink Roses On Your Grave
I Dedicate this to Mama
Laying Roses on your grave
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
[Intro]
I was lock up off at the slammer street style at the sto'
Best of my city nigga, versatile with this shit
[Chorus x2]
I was lock up off
Pain In My Town
My life depressing as shit
Blackout, my line out again
Fuck it, it is what it is
Counting by tens
Losing my memory
Happened again
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
for them
I'd be humming a slave hymn, for him
Blessed to be called by Mack and T-X-T
The city's in good hands
It's easy to sleep
I'm good with
her
Rush a nikka them we laughing about it
See a ten, run for your life or you lose it
Young nikkas rule the city Matika
Mack on her, ask her number
[Verse 1]
It's 1995, a lot of brothers done died
a lot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers
and aunties, and grandmamas left to cry
Now he
Run through the city we're thunder
Killing this shit like no other
Run through the city we're thunder
Take over this shit man I can't ever bother
Run
You don't know this n**** nomo
His old ways died
All my b****** thick thick
I'm gripping thighs
He can't look you in yo eyes
Then he telling lies
If
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Life don't seem so alone anymore
The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band
The day my daddy died, I held my mama's hand
I cried my tears,
for free
Matter fact can't get it for nothing
City say he came out as an old soul
Died a young nigga benjamin button
I'm not one of them niggas
Who you
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
family good some days, yeah
Look, all them homicides has a nigga traumatized
You know I apologized for all them times my mama cried
A couple partners
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
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