Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don Arabic link, Cartier on the arm Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees
, Lebanon, remain calm Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don Arabic link, Cartier on the arm Nigga fresh off work release Hercules Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees
always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass Eminem: Cuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators Spoke to a generation
golf clubs nigga In the Bronx [Raekwon (The Game) - Verse 2] This the face off (Respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees
gonna be a slip knot ? We reign ?? Tech is coming way clean If you ain't Regime Then fuck ya! [Poppa L.Q.] We the real street criminals Regime generals
knew the whole world would mention me Potentially, I have the key to make G's MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the root with the trees Killa bees spread
, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer The violent words of a Prince in a palace of Persia The cognac plurger plus the trees But whose the faul one to make
a part of Pennsylvania even Jesus couldn't save With towns named after Indian chiefs and Union Army generals It's nowhere in particular but everywhere in general
first fell to the ground It seemed like the brightest idea Even though teardrops were already around No one yet linked them with tear Raindrop you notice when stood under trees
much did you How much did you get? Who's got soul? From the African nation to the Pepsi generation Who's got soul? Who's got soul? It dwell from tree
a song Life is sort but by the grace of God This night is long Girls crowd into bathroom stalls The boys smoke in their cars The general, he's in civilian
boots with a boot tree And his legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot And they'll blossom and bud like a fruit tree From the green grocer tree
story to the family Christmas night Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home Ain't no plantations in my family tree
end my dear, dear friend Hope we'll all be fine It's the end of the world It's the end of the time It's the end of the Generation It's the end of life
heart We need to leave There's no time to cry or grieve For the fallen family tree Rise above the flooding plain Crouching low to dark the flame Generations
up Aha, was bound to be Don't you know that? Our love was bound to be You go from A to B It's just like falling out of trees It's as easy as 1 2 3
Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away Lying in the shade underneath the trees Goodness how delicious
I remember when I was a barefooted boy Climbing in a sycamore tree But now I'm a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder Some fool made a soldier of