Lyrics:
to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty-three
grew
To love the old befriended my time
Walk with a presence schooled
Existence been the test playing twister
Structured the sentence ruled
By the Laws
father and son (worth a couple of mill')
And I love you, and you love me
And we came to represent the CP3
(With a knick-knack paddywhack lil' soldiers
the beautiful But is That beauty vein
Filtered by historical wretched unruly gain
Left wing to right wing maybe the whole bird is sick
Maybe the cure of this
love that kid
"AIYYO see-RAYZ WALZ, MAN I LOVE THAT KID"
If you're fly the sky flyin, for real
I'm one of those things you could die tryin, BUCK, if you
Cant See Me, Ridin Down Three,
Candy Paint, Woodgrain T.V's.
Lone Star State, Livin Life Great.
Playas What You Was,
Its A Pit If U Fake.
Bitch Im
blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real
Now we connected this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville
[Interlude]
And most of these
the gutter side
Keep clean on everything my mother dries
Still I love Allah, sucker for southern fries
Facing affiliation, embracing my butterflies
I, (I)
and give me me
Postman off in these streets
On day to day activities
Filling special delivery's
Call me Stax to the 3rd degree
Can't tell you what I'm finna
my shoes tied cause I'm running tracks like Jesse Owens before he had died
Family got me feeling like I owe em reason we don't vibe
Baby if our
with a fortune, and I ain't no Shapiro, but if I talk fast and we're past that Dinero...
I just want love, somebody to hold, and three ounces of coke
LV, fuckin' with this bitch, don't want my game, she wanted LV
Stupid hoe just told me that she love me LV, can't never let no other nigga sell me
Yo, yo, yo, check this out, man
1 for you, 2 for me
3 for you, 15 for me
20 for you, now check it out
Yo, I just won 10 grand in the Galactic
by my lonely
I don't need nobody with me
We gon' burn shit down
Niggas don't play on this side of town
Buck 'til I'm out of rounds
Once that horn go
God)
I'm by myself, I'on need yo' help, I'on give no fuck, yeah (Don't give no fuck, yeah)
I put like three Gs in my wood, I'm tryna get fucked up
Hop
Eye Could Tell By The Color Of Ur
Nrg Field
U Thought This Game Was Over
Chemical Peel
U Tried 2 Do Me Like My Good Brother Steve
But Eye Got Another
the ball
It hit three bystanders after you touched it
Now they wanna sue me but they love me to much
'Cuz they know I wish them heaven and all of its
cellular phone blown in three zones
Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
So it can shine up your dome
When I proceed to give you what you need
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
Fifth Dimension by Nikko Arises
I used to be stuck, in that 3D scene,
Now we're rising up, to that 5D dream,
Letting go of the past, embracing
gone)
And niggas don't know that I'm a Westside rider, rider
(And if I catch you slippin, yo ass is gone)
You get your ass bumped by the Eastside rider,
works)
Partner doutch, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even
got a few bucks
But I'm still folks with some pac, remember three flies up
up
In a trans
Inception
I'm locked in
Accepted
By dreamland
Dream catcher protect us help us
Don't wake us up
Cuz then we'll be in nightmare
to em
A steady diet of pork rhymes and vowel movement
This that kosher, closer to God culture, non-haram, Salaam
That Muslim, halal music... By any means
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