Lyrics:
the, lord is my
Witness I die in some christians
My spirt is, lifted until then
I'm focus can't show no emotions
Cause bitches is, bogus I'm high
When I
Six Shell Productions
H-H-H1K
I can't feel offended (No)
'Nuff time my flick shank's been mended
(Mended)
Man's been 1-7
Ask them about corn man's
About the rules to follow and the rules to break
Until the day your life is over
Don't let it pass you by, don't be afraid to die
Some call it death,
from the ground, seven from heaven
I would freeze this mood, I wish I could
So far from the troubles, it feels so good
And it feels like home, don't know
outside the door
Come hear a tale of Halloween
And one October not long past
Jim Nightshade and Will Halloway
Would never be quite so young anymore
Fury,
Always heard your life would flash by
Right in front of your eyes
The second before you die
(The second before you die)
I should feel sorry to let
the highs
I just wanna chill out with my guys until I die
Know the things we see in life is getting hard, feeling traumatized
Walk around the school knowing
nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies
Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies
Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
The word that was never said
Twista be giving women dick in the bed
Until they sick in the head, and if I
dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin' legal
Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with
I was dead broke and stressing
Learned my lesson
Start investing
Put in that all that work and now I'm here this a blessing
New direction
No second
a second (Huh)
Done sending warning shots I think they learned they lesson (Hey)
Spin 'ya block at six gotta hit 'ya bitch at seven (Boom)
Hit 'em in
graduated, I would've made you proud
I'm 'bout to turn thirty, James is 'bout to turn twenty-seven
He's finding himself still, but I know he'll find that in
I'm getting tired of seeing niggas die young
I'm tired of seeing a mother lose their son
Poppin hella pills just so he can feel numb
Had to get him
as I almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
I didn't know the number still answered the call by choice
Quickly remembered once I heard that voice
But, I'ma tell you the way..
.. it should really go like..
.. the way he would say it now check this out
When I was young, he always dreamed of bein
that nigga people talked about
Wait
People talk about
Even if I die, I know my legacy will walk about
Touch the souls of young ones with the same dreams
oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggas time to die
Even as a lil'
Highland and Shortnitty
Nigga we can knuckle up
I got fifty-six with me
Strickly for my rouges
With me until they lift me
We can meet for shows
I see they
travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second
Through time and space, until it reach a target
And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
mental I'd rather die young at the top
Then live to be wasted potential
This is real Hip-Hop bitch
And the greenest apple sour for my niggas, that's in debt
So I count it by the hour and until my homie dead
Have I sought for what I'm after, was it worth it all
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