Lyrics:
comin in haaandy!
(Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?)
I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty!
If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping
hand
Ima be your man
Written by Xavier Cruz
Sky Bound cuthored by: Xavier Edwards
Chorus:
Take off towards the moon and the stars
I'm not on a plane but I'm on a spaceship off to Mars
Don't
over and over
With the weight of the world on my shoulder
That's why they call me "Hova"
I'm far from being God
But I work goddamn hard
I wake up
bail out and skip town, then that's a sign
The paper work the surface, just give it a little time
Phone call declined I don't conversate with rodents
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
fool that'll step up)
So follow me into the zone they call panic
Hubs by the dub, but suckers act frantic
Niggas rollin hard, number one on the pop
Crazy
like the minister, when I be lacin' the wax
I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that
Work
me, and what I feel
Might find their legs bein' replaced by steel
This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
So there won't be a lot
witness
As I reveal the sickness
That's been quaratined and revealed
When I redeam
By Red who's One with creation
In time in this space
And rhymin a nation
Don't nothing come free
Get the fuck from round me
No suckers round me just move
Back for the bag
Stacking the cash
Asking for that and we gon shoot
Mac's
see it's the work of the enemy
I can't see he's lying. Is love colorblind
Why do I feel this way about life or death
Why do I steal an kill Your life
the ghetto
I'm ballin hard as I wanna
And I'm thankful as ever that we ain't all on the corner
Got that death in the system, yeah the refs with the whistles
the word "punish" meant!
Life is the beginning and death is the end!
That's a fact!
Accept it 'cuz death won't relent
It's sad to see your life's work end
to break a fly
I will let my razor go to work and give that ass a Colombian necktie
Check my escapades you'll get slayed I'm dealing out death like spades
wanna smack that
(Gash) I just wanna eat that
(Gash, gash, gash) I just wanna work that
Hit that (Gash) I just wanna lash that
(Gash, gash, gash) I just
that a 666
So you better grab a crucifix
Men at work...[Repeat: x8]
My ideas overload
And the records I make explode in every zip code
Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'
Riding brand new rims, but
No Pressure
Lyrics by Gregory Avery
Chorus
Rockin my peers putting suckers in fear
(G-Strong)
Rockin my peers putting
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
a party at yo home and my niggas kid-n-play
That's enough of writing songs now a nigga need some bass
That's enough about your goals now a nigga need some
why you got to keep
The game on the shelf and by all means
Look out for your legitimate work
So let me put you up on the scoop
Because suckers like
to the police like pardon me
I told his hoe ass not to start with me
I guess he thought heart wasn’t part of me
Growing up I got that a lot
The death of Shi made
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