Lyrics:
feel like, who comes next I've already betrayed
Let alone God
Let alone my mother
This she can't know, I'm ashamed as a daughter
Thinking at the time, he
a rapper, he would say some shit over the breaks
Come out with neck snappers, I promise
Shh
They would be singin' the same song as me
Probably not killed
it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
[Bun B]
Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's
Where niggas'll
In time you'll see just how the plot goes
Who next in line? Yea only God Knows
Yea separately we're playing our roles
But come together and we squad
and they wanna call me extra
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Shit
Yeah
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aye
This for all the times
When you
and I'm on to the next thing
But lets take this thing serious
Please stay safe and don't get infected
Love to the family's who's been affected
These mother fuckers try to murder me
And won't nobdy hurt my family
That's what he gotta die
[Mays]
9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying
been too long since she'd really had a clue/
But now she was ready and in a position to show you...
He lived by the self pressure that was applied
louder as the years go by
Days get longer and he starts to drink
spews his stomach in the kitchen sink
Tells his children they should have respect
hands down
Just to let another nigga try
Maybe it just ain't my time
Or maybe I been speeding by
Way too many signs
To me get it right
The consequence
Is
WITHOUT NO GAS/
AND MY FAMILY'S HERE SO PLEASE DON'T BRING NO TRASH/
WE TALK OF ALL THE TIMES, THE GOOD, AND THE BAD/
SO IF YOU COME, BRING SOME ICE IN
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
truly
Who's up next to test words I manifest
The microphone pleaser
Haters, shove it up your keister
Here comes the new me
Life after death, like it's
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
nowhere to turn
As the months go by
More aggressive with her
Comes home drunk one night
Becomes a murderer
He murdered her
Now she’s gone
So this go
need it
I want it
He had a part time job
But now fuck it he hustlin'
Ain't much to do in the slums
Niggas slang or get busted
He never had shit
And it's
i'm
Talking special delivery vividly
Shining on these bitches like Tiffany
(Bling) isn't he killing these rappers
Come and witness he
Had to go
the nice things
Just run and try to grab the gun
'cause shit's real, man, you spazzing dunn
There come a time in a man's life, he got to toss his pack
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
was taken by that snake in the grass
Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfucking snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got
The first time that I said let's start our family
He said, "Hon I've got the whole wide world to see
So come along and be this drifter's lady
inside the palm of His mighty hand
He said my sins forgiven and He's come to heal my land look
Aye look I'm here to take it all back for all of my family
a shuffling vibe
And we hittin it right
On the breakdown might see your wife and have to take down
A name and a number for the next time I hit the town
In
some spare time
It's not a place I'd like to roam
Then a man walks in
With a rusty hunting knife
He said I'm gonna kill ya son
Then I'll feed ya to my
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