Lyrics:
Knockin fools out with the endo on the breath(repeat 3)
[VERSE 2]
I take long trips pour honey dips
I'm the kid from down the block and they rock nonstop
cool, pull it over ima take my chance
He flew by thank God signed a drunk man, Damn
Im heading down the road seeing double (Aye)
Ion want to get in
like a ghost and there’s just nowhere to run
Headed down the road I got a half a tank of gas
I went ahead and ripped your picture on off my dash
I’m
the Riddim sittin upon di version
Killing all deejay one by one inna one or two or three second
Strong Raggamuffin Manda Bala takin all ova di nation
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
:12 Gravity can't hold us, Gravity can't hold us down! x2 (Choir)
:23 We Fly, Never Die, No Lie, From tragedy speak you sigh, when you hear about what
the soldiers I see him slain
It's one by one my seven sons
In front of my eyes cut down
For keeping to the Torah laws
I pay with my warm blood now
My name is
principals he abandoned them
To live as a lapdog to a wealthy daughter of the revolution
A one two three "That's bull" he said
"Ever since the cat took up
back
I packed up the knapsack
I'm not cracked yet
Today is my day
I turned 34
I live by the moon
In the shade for real
Left side
Victory is
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
at my back
And for real now it's not black & white
Put the gun down, and let's talk about
Gotta end the fight, and live in peace
Because all I want is it
the middle of the road or runnin' the globe
I'm fightin' for doors to give everything back what they owe
So close (so close), don't fold (don't fold)
Live
as it stands I don't wanna go back again
No
'Cause If I go right back I'm a find myself
An empty bottle by my bed
And the blackout helps only long
the world
Losing everything showed me what to live for and live without
Now I'm out of my mind feeling fine in the stress filled days
Lookin for the road
Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low
My baby's,
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Whut..whut..whut?
I ain't the type to ask questions
I'm the type of muthafucka ready
the hall, txakolina, aperol
Earrings and the lemon tree, 3am the door bells ring
Sanctuary postcard views, hot tub by the face of Zeus
Strand of dolphins,
I say my lil mama hate me
But my real mama love me
I'm always after my bag
Cuz I was born in the Duffey
Used to live by the swamp
Now these niggas
All of my dawgs live free in my head, hold that thought man jump out the dinger run man down till he lost his breath,
I ain't talking no Mr Sheen I'm
I'm finished everyday I cry for vengeance
Live til the final minute ride from the beginning die
Before imprisoned you won't strip me of my religion
this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score games down the block
For me it's hip hop around the clock
Critical, I'm bound
ain't a damn thing funny"
These rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock
I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from zero
That's mucho
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