so bad and your jokes are always bad but they're not as bad as this come join us in a prayer we'll be waiting, waiting where everything's ending here
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of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no love
don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh If
At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars I still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for
bah, sitting on the pavement sucking on a long straw, it's colourful, it's colourful, but it washes you out. here is my violence and here is the excuse
Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down Just for the love of money yeah, For the love of the wasteland Claire, For the love that brought me here, Droppin
grow up through the pavement cracks Do you see what I want What I want is you It had to be you It had to be you Say you'll be here for ever You and me
fire. I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up in his arms And raced through the burning building out to the pavement. I stood
for rapping in front of crowds. But because where I'm from these dudes don't take me serious And make assessments and seconds before they here me spit
few shots To get myself tipsy. Yeah, you're more than I'm drunk Then I move on to wasted, Black out, Find me passed out on the pavement. Slurring every
while. You said I?d want to be a doctor But I don?t and I need to know why. Oh my God, Just folded and burnt like a parchment, Oh engraved like a star on the pavement
do to me are taking me over, i wanna show ya everything inside of me like a nervous heart that, is crazy beating my feet are stuck here, against the pavement
fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no
buckle Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement? Save it! The beatdown, who gave it? Sen did, no one will explain it [Chorus] [B-Real] I've had it up to HERE
pray to Jesus Saying he will see us through The Masters are the aristocratic The Masses Ask if the Most High Is On his way here I'm trying to stay clear
what I'm into., [Chorus] London calls me a stranger, A traveller Ohoohohh, This is now my home, My home, Oh Woah, Burning on the back street, Oh Woah, Stuck here
loved one so In the early mornin' rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big 707 set to go Well I'm out here on the grass Where the pavement
