, disintegrated of illusion. The dread lets me feel the force of love, to refuse my power, I hate the thirst of love. It will judge me, judge me until
Me Loccin', Cali Buds, Smokin' S & 97, Eastside, Nigga Fasho Man [Lloyd Banks:] From Southside To Cashville, Cashville To Cali There's Fuck You Law, The Judge
in the sky, You rise up and say goodbye to no one. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
has this gone on And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds So I ain't goin to the dread,
: Gotta make this money and I make this money This money is me this money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me Just let me be and let me
all of his possessions Sold his investments too And now he lives with the homeless Owns 900 hospital beds He prefers to remain nameless It's publicity he dreads Yeah. There's a judge
I'd probably be in the wedge With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads And get that bitch
: maybe you'd be better off with another man for there's a way that must be relieved i dread the thought of losing you, but i would understand until
t gotta be explained But you don't understand me so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane The wind blow, my dreads
?seek and you'll be led? But instead, instead I loved you I was weak and mislead I was deeper than dead I was sinking in dread now I'm thinking in shreds
"seek and you'll be led" But instead, instead I loved you I was weak and mislead I was deeper than dead I was sinking in dread now I'm thinking in shreds
heard you beefin with five-oh, couple cases on rotation And on top of that, Bust' Rhymes is now on probation? [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, and I thank Judge
Hook Raise your glass for the people with trash bag blinds(Eminem: Raise it!) You like to judge, but I find that you don't ask why (Eminem: Oh no uhuh
feel good to have love in the hood And I ain't got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits Puff more weed than dreads
in the court now) Now, before this court passes judgement Will the four defendant please, rise and approach the bench Trust me guys, it's all under control The judge
's den start with dat hatin' I'm tryna help dem nigga's see paypa But dey dan fucked around with da fed Now I'm stressed n pullin' my dreads Dem fuck
t gotta be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane The wind blow, my dreads
in the sky You rise up and say goodbye to no one Fools rush in where angels fear to tread Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
