let me go Right or wrong Let me go I'm on my path Let me go My mama loved me more than I do She said you pop was just like you Trapped in a vicious
a motherfuckin' centerfold to Maxim. Open to my page and admire my desire, Frequent flyer I aspire to retire, My voice stands alone even if I'm with the choir
shortage cus I aint low keep it strapped up on my shoulders , legs wrapped up around my shoulders, pulled over on the shoulder, let me pop that cherry
spot, to execute the plot And my watch read 6:59 So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo' time Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop* This is a
Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is
Upon my death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100 choirs And angels looking
fume at 11 [Chorus x2: Leatha Face - Shaolin Soldiers] We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a meltin pot Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop
good nigga [Verse 8 - Ace Hood] Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kicking down in your front door Knock, knock, you hear the Glock cock And that thing pop
i spaz if I'm prevoke I'm bout to change the fucking game, pass the remote. Money is everything, and it's every other thing I'm part of the choir and
like "buffalo", Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover hoe, Purple got me moving slow, Like I'm in a snail race, Pop pop pop 3 shots
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on The choir in your funeral singin' you so long The top shotta, that rock product the block gotta Then pop hollows then pop
, about how bad his heart was broke Before the mail, could even reach his jail cell The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel selling wholesale just like his pop
out there And the preachers say "Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" And the choir say "Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" And the preachers say "Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" And the choir
fast A mysterious fantasy, lovely young queen Your poll so subtle just like the magazine Come and visit my sister, she's in the livin' room Eat doughnuts and milk, listen to a pop
right there when that gangsta started cryin Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire The game that we it accept all liars Fears and desires, no court room choirs
t believe that it's true 'Til it happens to you, to you, to you 'Til that Sunday mornin' and you heard that callin' Gots to preach that sermon, choir
happened to you boy? You are just a no-boy Now you have no joy Here we go What happened to your Benz man? What happened to your rocks? Six shots that you pop