Lyrics:
Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas
Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers
Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's
Some will overstand but
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got
jests.
No more curses you can't undo,
Left by fathers you never knew.
No more quests.
No more feelings.
Time to shut the door.
Just- no more.
MYSTERIOUS
see, yeah
That you been through trouble before but he ain't me, yeah
I promise I'm giving you more so come with me
Tryna pick it up, I'ma call it
You
Rock.
Flow.
Flow.
No.
So.
Go.
Serendipitous visions so vivid how I'm spitting it.
You feel it even if you aint living it.
Vent more to me as you lose
that B & O
I'm goin' to act like a rambler, and I can't stay home no more
I'm goin' to act like a rambler, and I can't stay home no more
'Cause the gal
Didn't go along for the mutiny
No overthrow, I'll go nomad
Loyalty on the losing team
The comeback I'll give to my comrades
One more time for the downfall
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows your troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
I got all these feelings that trouble me, I don't want em
Me, I don't want em
I got all these feelings that trouble me, I don't want em
Until Further
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
back
But now I know
I have authority
In the Name
Above all other names
I'm wasting no more time
I'm taking my stand
Little by little
I'm taking
Tryna' get away from the streets, get away from trouble (more times I gotta' get away)
I'm fighting for a spot, for a slot, it's like a royal rumble
Whoa, whoa (whoa)
Ooh
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (can't fix)
We might struggle because life's a bitch
And you happy when your
the father use to talk to me about
Oh i'm in trouble i'm in real big trouble
Cuz it be nights like this i don't want no more
You telling me you changed heard
"Goodbye Dixe" by Corey Smith from the CD "Hard-Headed Fool"
(Whistling Dixie)
Passed an old plantation home off Hwy. 41
Been around since 1850,
Because always, we'll stay grounded in our own way
Control the tempo til' where we sway
Right by my side
No need to feel alone, not tonight, because
Woah woah woah woah
Rozay Mikey
Hope that god can come and save me from this thread
I do not have no more ops cause all of my enemies dead
Done with
when I'm rummaging through the kitchen
I'm entranced by the same strange vision
I'm entranced by the same strange vision
It's not love, no
It just
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
stay bangin, my one, two thangin
Is exemplified by the comp left hangin
Percussion's our weapons, drums are smith & wesson's
Lyrics poppin off leaving
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