take a stand. I've grown tired, tired of you and your half-hearted ways. I thought you were on my side, but you were in my way. I let you waste my time
any occasion my language invasion will toy with you at will my spills flood country crops and small town villages my image is seen through, moonstruck
s pollution pistons And how the loose ends drifted My sour patch institution slipped in amidst the invaders and pardon my tone But this garden's grown fucking acres since my
Blue Jack right at the door Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here? [Chorus] [Kyjuan] Swervin excursion limited fo 12's Fo amps don't know what my
came to blaze it down, amazing astound West coast party kings, we world renowned Aiyyo we flood the area, we watch you clowns drown (Say what?) If you want my
mortal You darkeneth my counsel without an ounce of knowledge The Bible is the food for your soul not your collards I'm triune in my Person and my tactics One in my
Are the miracles never seen Somehow my life now begins This music that's been played through time Now starts to reach my feet Feels like the flood of my
the miracles never seen Somehow my life now begins - This music that's been played through time Now starts to reach my feet Feels like the flood of my
dyin, kids ain't livin they tryin _How to Make a Slave_ by Willie Lynch is still applyin Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners Rockin ever since
can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You
t see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You
you look the other way Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood
my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit Burner in the club on my New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen
Clack clack, in the pen, back out, i'm back at it It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit Out the black hat black, back home to my craft matic
nobody stoppin' my flame Can't nobody stop me from stockin' my change (repeat) [Paul Wall] I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign On top of my
Got a four leaf clover representin the Bay Oakland, Frisco, Vallejo, and EPA We keep the shit together, let's keep it that way From Sacramento all the way
thought we deserved i owe my soul to this town and we've got nothing but a hole since we put our shovels down and you flood my heart in such a way this
