Pray to god one more time Before you hear the bells chime You searched for salvation, but entered damnation Trapped by the claws of death, you die for your god
my story will you share your dollar with me come on share your dollar with me go ahead share your dollar with me come on share your dollar give me your dollar share your
sayin shit I'm sayin, I ain't no bitch fuck you and your click, I ain't no bitch [Verse 2 - VL Mike] Geezy done told you already we two for one nigga
penitentiary, your bitchin up? What if he said money aint everything The hood raised us wrong What it takes to get your money long But look I'm gone Would that touch your
all this might through every night that I long for you I wrote this here song for you, my hatred is strong for you My love for God is greater than the
talk and disputes (1: 6) Instead guard your flock and show 'em how to walk in the truth Don't ever let anybody despise your youth (4: 12) Be an example through your
you away... from me (Chorus:) It's hard for me to tell you I love you As I'm standing over your grave And I'll know I'll never hear your voice again
you away, from me It's hard for me to tell you I love you As I'm standing over your grave And I know I'll never hear your voice again Why did you
think God had a plan for me? But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me, Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin
Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak
it simp and if I die let it be but when they come for me bury me a G Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken
said on fuckin Too $hort tape But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave That's what you brave niggaz get for fuckin with this You had your
soldiers That's in the cemetaries buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath
Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me (hold me down) Definitely no need for
grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave
a few nines, I'm ready for beef You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
Ice crack dealer I click clack For the scrilla I'm heartless Ssomething like A cold blooded killer I'm filthy, dirty With the money my nigga I done ran Through more cars Then your