Lyrics:
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
in all that grime? You have got The Clairvoyant, Prisoner, Heaven
Can Wait, released the 7th of November 1988 chart position number six! Yes!
it
And I never answer calls unless they talkin' seven digits
So, I'm the truth you aint neva gotta question
Thank the lord for my blessings
Never came
because charts are for scoring
And scoring is boring unless it is musical
I am amused by the cubicles
Life is so beautiful
How do you do it, bro
Hey
Get me
like
Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second
Make dirt, day Heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder
Spray seven at your back
by the rules like they're more than just jewels
Out the grave I am, Jesus Christ gave insight
There's a second chance
Know the devil really want you
my mother kept a roof over my head
And she kept me fed
Most important thing my mama ever told me
Is to depend on the Lord and myself second
So when
Man God put the rule in
Never been afraid I survive in the ruin
Numbering my days I'm alive in the new inn
Praise him with the saints imma vibe when
a Phantom
Keeping it real with all my people running by the spot
I know its love thats how we roll
Like theres no second shots
I mean its bigger than life
come to enslave
Time has come that I
Make myself known
As your ruler until
the end of days
I'll take them all
One by one
Into my own chambers
I'll kill
You praise
Who am I to boast when I am only clay
Saw the man in me
What Men couldn’t even see
Made Me What I wanna be
Now I am living life so free
And I
(seasons gone by)
From day one our lives on earth
Seconds to every day
Weeks run to every year
To present forever more (forever more)
We are thanking
[Snoop] Rat-tat-tat-tat niggaz fall to the flo'
[Daz D] And Dat Nigga Daz come steppin through the do'!
[Snoop Dogg]
Uhh, open up ya mind for a second
suit
On the eighth day of Gragglemas, my Graggle gave to me
Eight Graggle emails, seven letters in Graggle
Six divided by two Graggle hairs, five hit
I love you
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Seems that sixty seconds got together
And they decided to become a minute
Sixty minutes
the old man thank God He purged it
Transformed by love I didn’t even deserve it
I was a fiend for the devil with no purpose
But then God fired them shots
Ain't nigga in this game fool that rhymes tighter
All praises due to the KING OF THE WICKED SHIT
Now BOW DOWN to the KING OF THE SICKNESS
This not
with katana,
Seven Samurai and I am the master,
Im living life by Hakuna Matata,
Seven Samurai and I am the master,
Im living life by Hakuna Matata,
check it
a hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
there's nothing i would love
they living
I don't believe in taking what's given
Rather make my own luck
Throw me the dice, I'm rolling a seven
Touched the pen and it felt like
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
At your foggy red eyes
Slip up taken too far
Last goodbye out my shame
Seven chances you gave
All to roll on my grave
Wish I could call you by name
But I
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
play them, note for note.
Willie would sing your Cold Cold Heart
By the hobo campfire each night
And sometimes Willie, to me, would sing
Praise God
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