Lyrics:
Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you
hear, you go believe it
Point out the times you've seen it
You stabbed me, should have leaned it
Revenge is mine, I need it, need a way out
It's my
the wrong message, and now it's time
I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God
He said, "Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is
that'll throw
You in the ground
With that blocka blocka b-blocka
B-blocka blocka blaow!
From The Dirt be the commission
We ain't askin' for permission
questions from you
The chains that I had didn't help me at all
I didn't need them or deserve them at all
They put me in them from their mindless protocol
I
the wrong
Every time we argue I end up writing a song
You say you getting neglected when really I’m in my zone
you can not wait to hear every musical piece I
, (Reflection) is whatcha need
We got the masters of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees (lip professin' emcees)
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli
bedspread (what?)
Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead
Just gimme some head, gimme some head
If you ain't suckin' no dick
We don't need it, we
a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let
The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the empecee
Feel sorry for those who by stand innocently
I got the point of no return in my rearview
I don't wanna listen but I hear you bitchin'
I would need a sixth sense just to feel you
You know I don't
thinga-ma-jiggy"
Every time I ask her for a kiss
I can hear her voice sound somethin' like this
(Do ya need any help?) No help wanted
(Could you use a little
We all come in from the cold
We come down from the wire
An everybody warms themselves
To a different fire
When sometimes we get burned
You'd think
to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you
Choke
left this world by putting bullets in they head
But little Johnnie across the street
Hung hisself from his bunk-bed
Had to go to court in the mornin'
Would humbly seek His face and turn from wicked ways
He would hear from heaven and heal their land
Right now more than ever we need your outstretched hand
(Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
You know what the fuck we
a stick for you
Guaranteed not to stall
So here we come (Here we come now, girl)
On home for you (Baby girl, aw, aw)
'Cause we be countdown from the
Sky
IM BORN TO BE A STAR! poses i need some fans
Sings we are the crowd we are c-coming out
Got my flash on it’s true
Need that picture of you, it’s so
This what you want to hear
Tit on Glock run up on oops
That is what you want to hear
Niggas is mad
And we getting money
Is that what you want to hear
the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
(What we've got here is failure to communicate)
(Some men, you just can't reach)
(So, you get what we had here, last week)
(Which is the way he
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
The classical flow you might just recognize
Hear the lyrics from the poster child
The one you mother fuckers hate and would poke his style, fuck dissin
You really
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