talk a good game so my boys could hear it But in my quiet time I really feel it A sad song and a drink is my company Seems like loneliness is my destiny
seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna
seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal With my automatic let you have it, you don
ride with a thug I'm a realist, you can be my witness Baby, just ride with my love Come ride with my love What's up, baby? Would you be my lady? Baby
But you kinda scared to die and so you hold on And you keep on blackin' out and your pulse is low Stop tryin' to fight the reaper just relax and let it go
In my time of dying It's like I'm runnin' outta time Will I ever be born again In my time, I try to stay true steps on the game And if you niggas thinkin
won't erase Wherever you go I still know In my heart you will be With me From this day on I'm certain that I'll never be alone I know what my heart
me Hold on, hold on I only need you to wrap 'round me Hold on, hold on Don't let go, baby, don't let go Don't you, don't you let go I need some reminding
to dream It's life on a laser beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The
my name ain't Bubba I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover And brothers that wax fat and forget all about the struggle Yeah, come on, come on
live Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4) Verse 1: I was born in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking zsa zsa zsa zsa Catch knock my tape
] Geto Heaven Geto Heaven Geto Heaven, yeah, yeah Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my
a one-eye pilot Who's a concert pianist A 0painter a poet songwriter supreme My friends are blending in my head They're melting into one great spirit and that spirit
' to go Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
the spirit no name And the angels are hushing And they dance in soft shame This hysterical house could collapse in the night And the hinges will buckle Liars choke on
I told her you must go you can't stay here She said, "I know since the death blow My soul's been old like sand, I'm so tired It's like my spirit expired
Fear nobody but His Majesty My spirit, you retrieved For you I wait silently It seems that you believe in me Fear nobody but His Majesty My spirit, you