Lyrics:
On the low
Chin up like a soldier holdin' their composure
My skin is gettin' thicker as the world is gettin' colder
My heart has been so battered that there's
Godfather bless a nigga with weight
Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates
Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit
The other level living
that less than any other one?
Three years ago noncooperation with the draft
Was not a reality
There were a few people who did it
But you know, by
you love me with my flaws
I'll be your soldier
Fighting by your side
No matter wetin
Shobolo yo ke soo o
Awon na le nu won
I don't care sha ti fe mi
Adu
little trouble, unable to fuel your soul.
better bleed the blood of jesus,
watch how the majesty control, an
't let it go. oh, no, hold on,
now can i get
little trouble, unable to fuel your soul. better bleed the blood of jesus,
Watch how the majesty control, an
't let it go. oh, no, hold on, now can I get
played a little classical music for you kids
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Some
them Black Eyed Peas
Kids say 'That's the jam'
Beatnuts baby back by popular demand
Drop another jam sock you and your man
If you don't know by now, BLAM
the world
The way you put it down in between the sheets is like no other girl
You done take it a whole another level of freakiness When you blow my mind
the world
The way you put it down in between the sheets is like no other girl
You done take it a whole another level of freakiness When you blow my mind
gets rough
But I'mma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks were weak
They would turn the other
gets rough
But I'mma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks were weak
They would turn the other
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)
Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
Deep in your mental,
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
played a little classical music for you kids
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Some
what you heard 'bout me and them other birds
Might have done a little dirt and left a few of 'em hurt
But whatever has occurred, they all got what they
what you heard 'bout me and them other birds
Might have done a little dirt and left a few of 'em hurt
But whatever has occurred, they all got what they
like every other penny throw
And I will remember your name and face
On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall
swear he sustaining me
What other kingdom you know gon' bring peace
What other kingdom where wolves with the sheep
What other kingdom gon be led by
misunderstood
The little engine that could
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
The other day, my mama called me a man
Another way, not the pots
the rations
With some or other passions
I said "you are a lady"
"Perhaps" she said. "I may be"
We moved in to a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
the rations
With some or other passions
I said "you are a lady"
"Perhaps" she said. "I may be"
We moved in to a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
As other humans are intellectually independent enough to think for themselves
Then the black man will think like a black man and he will feel for other black
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