Lyrics:
a reflection of my section and my section eight
Enough, I own eight sections of the world, where I'm sexin' eight girls
Where I have them comin' in (uh)
by the third try
And some of y'all still judge me by my worst nights
Got the spotlight feeing like a searchlight
But I'm not running from it, this my
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
Check
Is this mic on
This is for us stoner kids
(Aye)
I do it for us stoner kids
(Yeah)
You know I grew up as a stoner kid
(Man)
I'm in the section
on praying, I keep on praying my nigga i keep on praying)
I Pray the lord keep me far from my enemies
Mo Money Mo Hennessy
Ain't no games by the section b
Show
Look at my section
We ballin my nigga
Got money, got bitches got bottles
They drunk by the litter
What's da price for a feature
Want the game, I can
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
enough"
[Killah Priest]
I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver
Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin
I'm
knee caps
Know we seen the same things
So lemme recap
Started with a fire down under
Creatures by the billion misplaced
Then commanders in Iran got
the wolves my Fangs grow a couple inches
What happened to me
My sense of humor loss misplaced Within the darkness
The fire behind my eyes is hidden by dark
baayma ma dem mangi on my way
Bo demul ma dem man are hustling day by day
Baayi ma dem baayma ma dem mangi on my way
Bo demul ma dem man are hustling day
in?
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
Late night, nearly happy standoff
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva
Lever 2000 mic talk
raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was grippin' that tool
Kept a Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey59 boy and my click filled with wolves
since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
[00:25.24]I'm in a 4 by 4 by 4 by 4 top 3 discussion[00:28.31]I just came down from up the hill this perk hit me like rocky[00:31.29]I'm in the yo
the streetlight watchin' society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the 'cause like Huey P.
While all you fake niggas try
my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
And gather round the fire for
verse 1 :
candlelight's and mood music ooohh
champagne, sweeter when i put you to it mmm
i take her by her hand and hold her tight
but she don't
And the profile of a Cary Grant,
A superior being
Totally made by hand.
Throw out imperfection,
Mold you section by section,
Gonna make you the ultimate
face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
Put your mask on, yeah, they comin' out
Soon as they close that door, we just
is like the eulogy for Huey P
Written by Ruby Dee but ministered by Uni-G
Woo hey, hey ho, we gonna take our freedom if you didn't hold on
Uhh This is
Oakland, California
And let me take you to by the Bay
In Oakland, California
Huh, I know a girl from
From Oakland, California
I know a place
Called Oakland,
I was born by the river
Place I am delivered
From all the sins that left my body quivered
Walked in shivered
Water was too cold
A small price to pay
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