Lyrics:
reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiers
Born 2 ride, killers born 2 die, mommas born 2 cry.
Wild like the lone fucking ranger, niggas from the South
stamping -- their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
that for
Oh those old Rhodie photies
That spoke of all the golden days gone by
Oh those old Rhodie photies
Made me laugh but also made me cry
There was
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
I Knew that Soldier
He stood strong and tall in his army greens
A handsome boy who was still in his teens
He was so young, but he knew what it would
bed am like watch how she pounce
yo I get the green like Oscar the Grouch
yo we do it dirty like my dawgs in the South
we can get it on on the floor
of the Shaolin
Isle, bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze
This goes for niggas who know
Wu will glow like yayo, lay
of the Shaolin
Isle, bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze
This goes for niggas who know
Wu will glow like yayo, lay
the time machine
Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist
It's a deadly price but the gun
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
The sun shown bright and clear that day
We all left Washington
To lick the Rebel boys in grey
At the Battle of Bull Run
They came from
Where the golden green waters come in
Just nine lucky soldiers had come
Through the night
Half of them wounded
And barely alive
Just nine out
on tape
Called up, they threatened to throw him behind the gates
If he didn't cooperate
He handed you over that day on the silver plate to escape
Total
for his Country and his love for Uncle Sam
The memory of his wartime death for some fades more each day
But the proud young soldier in her heart will
me honey,
Cruisin’ as we G-ride,
Puffin’ on that doobie,
I been high since the day I learn to play hooky,
Now I’m on the grass hitting on greens,
Got
it back to basics,
Changing faces, ain't no place for me to go,
Years go by, cause time ain't slow,
Tears are vapour when I can't flow
Thinking
Yeah ha, I could never turn my back nigga (never)
I could never forget where I came from
This for all my motherfuckin' soldiers (Master P)
Native
I got the green in my way
Whoa, lean in my way see the cops in my way
No stops in my way i been MIA
Summer out of state see the green in my way
Whoa,
on dog
There's no limit to what I do, I'm Master P on guard
For that relish green like the Celtics nigga we ball hard
On the block running that rock
you leave me?
Would you leave this land that's green where your home straddles the earth
Leave the winds and the blessing of the bushland?
You are
be your soldier,
When you're too weak to stand.
I wanna be your baby,
Be the end of your day,
Forever in your life,
And ever by your side,
Forever I'll
Yeah ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha see'mon
Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d
??
Sniff a whole key
My coke deep
Be my conscious tellin' me
Yeah ha... we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha see'mon
Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d
????
Sniff a whole key
My coke deep
Be my conscious tellin'
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