played with, niggas I relate with We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin' for the Feds Sent out secretly to take my head I lay back and
s, "No!" The first one that came was a man of Kent, And all that a man ought to be. The second one owned three ships down at Wopping, And the third was
what she forgot to mention Was what Baptist meant The story goes God sent his only begotten son To make sure that I would have one As I learned in Sunday
no second tries Look around, there's hell of motherfuckas that I recognize Oh, what's up man I'm back again But it's a temporary situation Taking weekend
than Sunday Pastor And the second step; I leave her mesmorized and then I blast her Mind up out the solar system with this country pimpin Plus the third
cold steel on back of the snowmobile I just came back from shogun hill Make you kneel, face the wall Shoot you in the back of the head with some paint
send nobody back, violently, fakin that Promise you, got somethin Lord that'll honor you Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe But back
that invisible man holdin back the Guardian Angel that's tryin to help you stand as you collapse you roll a two, that sends you two steps back Blood drips
look, they know my name Go back, way back, go back, hold back, go back, way back La la la la, go back, hold back, la la la la, go, go back Yeah boy I take it back
FZ: Oh, I forgot to mention this is where we take our intermission, we'll see you in a few minutes . . . (Thank you!) FZ: We'll be back!
Sunday Bout to turn MLK, into a one way Ok, I'm still smoking doja All my niggaz, screaming Cloverland Magnolia Best to watch your back, cause we coming
man im back again but its a temporary situation taking weekend vacation government incaceration i call myself working on a pay hike they calling me working on my third
nobody back, violently, fakin that Promise you, got somethin Lord that'll honor you Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe But back in
me in the back eatin' snacks I slapped the Devil on a Friday Play lotto, a string of good luck and misfortune Lost all my bread on a Sunday, I fasted
Monk style Run devils across the desert, two thousand, 200 miles And make 'em walk every step of the way Strip 'em down, take everything away Send 'em