I fucked up on my beliefs and a banded them So I suppress temptation and continued to work hard Stop before I go to sleep and thank god For saving me
?) Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit Stayin high representin for
scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them I'll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of '
the hills with a crop But if they all come together what they got? A little power unified to make a knot Well of course And if a plan to expand is endorsed for
kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller I paved the way for days, I'm a new wave yeller For
ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for the protect? The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of
wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit Stayin high representin for
So kind of you to pick up the album and give it a try for once And run and tell your homies that these motherfuckers will die for us So many questions, fingers pointing for
? A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make
) oh my God (English) so many flaws Playing ball didn't look to good for me My future, could not see I had lost all my beliefs And gave up on all my dreams
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the
ve broken my belief I never thought that my life Could just fade away But it will if you don't stay And now I see that it's true That you broke my
That I shouldn't do the shit I wanna do You know what I'm sayin'? But I don't give a fuck about what these niggas think That's they beliefs, here go
dissolve or withhold I never sold my soul for fool's gold So I'm still free, but too numb to feel pity Some broke down, now the still city's a ghost
