Lyrics:
rocking gold like leprechaun
And I'm bout my green like a leprechaun
Try 2 take something Purp Jones gon Bury something
Don't make me blank dog (Why)
up?
If you da real Tyson, put ya hand up
I can't find you, exhausted my GPS
Throw me a sign in the sky
Is you chillin wit Black Jesus?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids)
(no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm
in the history of rap, two-inch reels
Seven to ten deals, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilled,
You'll find two screws
I've got the answer like you threw the game
You lose you need seven boy will take
It with only Two schools
I'm the freshest like
The Seven Wonders of the World
And I can make you the eighth
If you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman
That ain't my style
Need a real
Hit the wood
Now tell me what you see
I see 2 real street niggas
Smoking out the P
Brody bought another glock
I just hit another fe
If you tryna get
it involved with the stoop, honored to do
What I see is how honesty grew, calling at you, for real
It's a vision that's on lock
It's a rhythm that
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
soldier since seven years old
I held real dead bodies in my arms, felt they body turn cold, oh
Why we born in the first place ff this is how we gotta go?
Verse 1
I ain't ever been a gang banger
Not about da bando
But I'm not a standard breddah
Raised in da light
No angel
But I love Jesus
Me n my
praying you delivered by jesus
Cant do an intervention
With a bih with no intention other than to put a line in her facials
I be lying if I said
I aint
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
to hit Beach Road
Roll up and get Hella high
With a wahine booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy
out of your cocoon, it may be a set up (off)
Outrageous what this people be speaking, in tongues of fire and confusion
Saying Jesus is dead,I did
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
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