And me to walk doth make Within the paths of blessedness, Ev'n for His own Namea??s sake. Within the paths of blessedness, Ev'n for His own Namea??s sake
HPD Now they lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little further there, I seen O.G. With his brother named [unverified], S
it in the air An' pull the trigger, why? I'd rather point it at yo' ass an' watch the nigga die I gives a fuck about your team mates When it's all said
the door It's moony the supplier swung open the door Bitch open the door, maxine he go'n kill me Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's beef
it? Can you feel it? Nothin' can save ya I wanna hang with my man like, "Let's do this" But this man like "Who this?" That's right, the brother got
Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven Walk around ripping on niggas madder than james evans
My Dick Like Fuck It Talk And Set Me Up Bustin That Lisa Ass In Public She Snitched On My Brother, Im Searchin For No Other Lisa Ass's Gone Somewhere
How's everybody doing? This is Sean Don, you know me, Jennifer Duvall I'm over here chilling with Little Brother right now And it's feel good, you seen
shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that fund c.d.'s
that feeling eventually Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that funded c.d.'s
that's bitin' like he Dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas that's claimin' they done mastered the Art, who's
Lyrics by richey james and nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved As long as the right words
smokin out of O's so speculation cause im hardly ever home (yea) Easy to say but how we sposed to move on When we goin through the pressure and our brother o's
the door it's Moony the supplier swung open the door Bitch open the door, Maxine he go'n kill me Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's beef
Maxine dark skinned and bald headed bitch mean Pam's right hand, together they are the coldest fiends Ah! Shit! Guess who arrived at the door It's Moony
up in the wrong hood Where bitches is no good but pussy be so good Now that's your wife but that my trick (Yup) And if you taste rubber then that's my
tight, it's okay You nice, we nice, it's okay [Rakaa:] (player) You play, we play it's okay All day, everyday, it's okay [x2] [Evidence] Yo international
