Lyrics:
splatters don't matter
that's what we practice
Blast the rocket
Knock off your leg
Tear through your forearm
Sit you in a chair make your niggas call
a white boy get tossed
Got 200 bullets, young 8-bit get mobbed
No, I am peaceful, I just want to walk
Run up on a 12 year old that boy get dropped
Empty yo'
Furrowing our brows
And hauling our wheelbarrows
And sweating through our shirts
And less than a year later there was a party
At which trees were sunk
The sky ablaze, the afterglow
We packed away all we know
We walk through the halls our last times
Till New York, we roll in one night
Been 18 years
you get rocked in your jaw
It's 200 to dash, I don't fuck with the law
Roll up some trees, I'm smokin' on logs (pow, pow, pow)
I'm in the streets, I
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
200 years of absence broken by a brazen pair
It's not to shake a stick at when you actually AB the numbers
And so it was the PA game
to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times
So to you all the kids all across the land
There's no need to argue
to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times
So to you all the kids all across the land
There's no need to argue
The winter's flaking snow is brushing through the pinewood trees
I stuck my hands down deep inside my coat
I think of years ago and half remembered
walking down
In the wind and the rain, darling
You keep walking down when the sun shone through the trees
Nobody, no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving
Honey, when I'm above the trees
I see this for what it is
But now I'm right down in it
All the years I've given
Is just shit we're dividing up
Love Through Light
Because stars brought us together
The Day
When he touched her
She started to fall down
All she saw around was smoke
Grey,
round and round, and every time andseason
With pleasure and with profit crowns the passage of the year,
And so through every time of life, to him who
You see that we finally here, I might be the man of the year
Looking back at the man in the mirror, I swear that my life wasn't clear
I was looking
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Just eat a sandwich, you really need to
Matter of fact get yourself something more
That bulimic-ass body you have can't be saved by tattoos
You
we bear and they leave seed behind
When you die
And years go by
Your words will reside
Inside the minds and hearts of everyone with whom you shared
of the time when he can break the chain and get out
I ain't gonna make it
That's where he's been for twenty years
I ain't gonna make it out
And that's where
to target for free
Now I'm on, look at me
Started, started with them pesos
And palm trees
Now when niggas come through the wood niggas
Gotta know that that's
Yea we out here
Every year just doing what we do
Yea we out here
Hate on us see what we gonna do
Yea we out here
Success the only thing we ever knew
The count is hundred 98...before the setting sun,
They searched the yard all through the night until the morning bell,
No more delays are countenanced by
Through the snow and trees
Long before the break of dawn
Searching for someone dear
Until my shattered soul is gone
To find the one I knew
Drifting
Sun shining bright through the pine trees
The rays on my face feeling great
The rays on my face feelin great nah nah
All my friends and my family
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