Lyrics:
You could have been a docker
You had it all
Feather cut and muscles
I hear you're a banker these days
Well, we took New York
And wrapped it up in
doing my fucking head in)
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(I'm a gold bullion with lead in)
Bring me Ben Lee, a bit of dry ground
Three sixty
In the name of Jesus, let us pray
Father, please walk with us
Through the bad times as well as the good
May we be heard and understood
From
[DMX]
In the name of Jesus
Let us pray
Father please walk with us through the bad times as well as the good
May we be heard and understood from
I'm Bruce Lee
Told that lil bitch she could never choose me
She got a booty, caught up by her beauty
She a cutie, but that bitch choosy
Had her drippin
brought
CD to USB
But not pre-nought
Back then we couldn't walk
But now all we do is seem to talk too loud
Like you went and had those black lee slacks
and the power and the danger and the thrill, these are a lot of our favourite things
We'll all meet in the car park, round the back of the Old Red Lion
The lads
me something
Me and my niggas we be stuntin
If you move too quick we'll flush him
Put a forty on the end just to bust him
Drop a bag on yo head all
Went from having half a zip to having half bags on me
I don't need no gang
I don't need no bitch
I don't need no shooter
I'm my own John Wick
I trap by
round here
If you fuck with us you might disappear
Pull up in a green tractor John Deer
Your bitch ass Is someone that we do not fear
Wa-wa-wa we ain't
on the bible
And lie to you, only to leave something to the coroner
From the law, from the feds
Fuck cops, pop pop
Catch you at your favorite spot
Well
he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight
were hungry, just barely alive
By May tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all
Uh
Yeah
You can turn me up a little bit
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Look
Wassup sis?
How you doing today?
Your job overworked your ass
And it ruined your day
Well
TRY TO DO THE RIGHT THING BY YOUR BROTHER
SPIKE LEE COULDN'T HAVE SAID IT ANY BETTER,
I'M FEELIN ABUSED FEELIN' ABUSED TONIGHT
WE IN OVER OUR HEADS
a relatively well-to do landowner
Yet the taxes exacted by Caesar
Augustus were so exorbitant
That he didn’t have enough money left over
To employ a trusted
real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
Let's go
From what I hear Kanye is
Killing the game very bad
My girl rocking
the trigger, click, should've been eating lead
But I wasn't, I was naked in john frost square
Mothers with pushchairs stopped and stared
For this situation I
Sandra Lee, Sandra Lee
Me make love to her she a go and chinese
Hung fung ching fung
DL please kiss me uh huhhhh uh huhh
There miss a king Yellow
In
Of that leap of evolution
By the very definition of Apocalypse
Mankind must cease to exist, at least in a material form
We'll have evolved into
Did you ever get the felling you're being followed?
Are you not familiar with the Revelations of St.John
The final book of the Bible, prophesied
overalls
And a John Deer trucker hat
Well Santa stepped in
And said just calm down
Cuz we all got a job to do
Like it or not Leroy's in charge
And he's gonna
block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
(Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove
(Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in
I got the magical wand (wand)
Got that bad bitch yea she fine (fine)
They callin' me John Zielger
I might as well dye my hair blonde
Mix the Issey
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