Lyrics:
I'm sayin
The message is clear
The point has been made
Gold Candle Baby
We out there doin it for the kingdom baby
It's IG Baby
Mme street
Ibake
they're mean
Do nuh rise the machine
One conscious message spoken by millions, Babylon can't silence or drown them
Kingdoms must rise and dynasties fall,
I've been holdin' my own since your boy was a Youngin'
Seen the streets and I know I done kept it one
Hundred
Put my family first and keep the rest
Magnolia
They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street
You representin'? It better be
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
The want us to send a message to jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
Bates
Forming great lyrics letting words and beats fornicate
Lived on the streets I've done everything a Mormon hates
I'm poor but I'm sure that my rap
the motherfucking police I screamed as if I pumped that same NWA tape
Raped by your message of hate I was already shattered walked the streets tattered
Battered but
I'm running wild
I'm running out
A message for the years gone by
Hold me close
Don't watch me die
And she said
If you get down then you don't get on me
the way
Chukwudube
K'ayi mewe
Keep leading us that's all I pray
The reason for the message
Make you know say no lele
When Jehovah dey by your side
weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any
on his ass, I'll be sponsored by Huggins
We wipers that clean if he think about fuckin
My mama said, stop tryna fight for these niggas
They wanna do
a message for me
The sign reads "the constant preparation for war
This is the preservation of peace"
There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
the block D who own the building if we are the streets
Much respect to Styles P, Jada, Sheek, X R I P
Straight dyslexic this message is turning can't help it
it and keep on movin'
Guess who's back up in the house
Original Cleveland criminals
niggas just send them subliminal messages like
"Murda, Mo Murda
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour (Every minute of the hour)
Day by day (Day by day)
here in these streets
Running wild
You used to leave a message on my machine
All the time, you'd say
I just called because I had you on my mind
So shoot
protection
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short
:Flourished Amongst Dear * Viewer’s*
The folllowing message ID#00298484 Submitted by : (Member ID /ASCAP MemberName)
I*F£0URi$H€D AM0NGST REED$* by
to make a mill by twelve today
And I can get it done at my mind state
Don't need you niggas fuckin' up my grind state
Fuck the bullshit nigga get
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
back
Yeah I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach
The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street
The more clearer than
10 a piece , I think nigga got the wrong message
They been eyeing me , since I came the Saint Laurent stepper
If you trying me , have em laying in
Blessings on blessings on blessings, I'm blessed
What I'm manifesting, deliver a message
Blessings on blessings on blessings, I'm blessed
My whole
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