Lyrics:
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
of those in the pit
Pull me a puff of the blunt as it breeds
This benefit's just what you need
Just because I'm fallin', saved by the weed
With dred,
die, you know?
But it ain't how I live while I'm here, it's how I live when I leave, ya dig?
(Life's ups and downs, they come and go)
But when I
mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
One three foresight for finale
Five six ate the fruit
mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
One three foresight for finale
Five six ate the fruit
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
responsibility' So when you got
A white lady in a
Courtroom, who don't know you from
A can of paint
Saying I'm not shit and I need to
Be put in jail? That's
of white
But why you think they take
That time from you, cause you need it right?
And you can't get it back
So how they givin people life?
Like you gon live
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you
'Cause I need
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might
Suddenly through the door was three men in suits
They said hey sweet mama who are you
I said im ice cream tee and who may you be
I'm brother charles brother
you want this time?"
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need
feet?
Hit so hard that the world did a three-peat
(Woo) when I talk "Puttin' you down"
I ain't meanin' asleep
They gon' lay yo' body down, yeah
Six feet
sort of in between?
Look, play a little more
I'll show you what I mean!
Who wants to live in New York?
I've always hated the dirt, the heat,
you got me bit I'm coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freaknit frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
bye
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me) Repeat 3x
I live by the trigger so I die by the trigger
Yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just
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