Lyrics:
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
have to dream
If you don't want to chop off a finger
Every time that you make a mistake
You as the man in me is the woman staging in trouble
Lovers
Sinatra from a flask
Little bobby, just a youngin', skating was my hobby
Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery
Welfare, food stamps,
of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King
sir, right now
If you've read your bible
You've read the story
About the man
That could not see, hallelujah
But he heard that Jesus was coming by
to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about
to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about
night
Take my pain outta sight
I'll face my troubles by tomorrow and I'd rather go blind
Stumbling in the dark
Knocked my brain off the park
These blue
a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love
All we got to do is go back home (Where?)
And turn our communities
Into productive places
All we gotta do is go back home
And make our communities
Yet the fact is You're enthroned as the Holy One
What a contrasting thought
May I not shun the One Israel praises, and is afraid of
Trusted by Abraham,
fear no man but God and do a lot of frontin'
And I'm here to tell the world that pain is lovin'
Like when I die I hope it rains
'Cause if it does,
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is
I can't even lie
close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out
Hey hey man, whats up
stranded by my father
This pain can't be fixed by a doctor... or even by some dollars
Rain rain go away man I need to find the strength Green Bay clutch it
No body knows,
all the troubles i see,
No body knows
all the troubles i see,
Your Taste is waste.
unh
Buzzinga,
All these ladies trippin
the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible
The type of bitch that BIG said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive
you gotta be kidding
But I isn't, me didn't pass or get by in me class
In english and math, I had trouble speaking and reading and adding
Cause
Shawty a ten, every time I take a pill she disappears
Hope that God is by my side as I pour the Sprite again
Yeah!
Shawty a ten, but every time I
a tortoise
This is the come up, and it comes with lots of struggles
I'm on the come up, and it's time to stay from trouble
Dreams far away, and i need to be
if we keep the poles, and dodge where all the trouble at
Just in case we got to hit a nigga right up where his stubble at
I hit the road, for some
alive
I live by my wits and not by my fists
I'm an easy going guy, not too tightly wound
I get by, by getting along
And if I don't look for trouble
That’s when I knew something was afoot. But you’re five you know. Your dad’s word is the whole of the law man.. Anyway, so we’re rolling towards town
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