belongs to you" "And though you may take her and make her your own" "You'll always be riding with Private Malone" Well it didn't take me long at all,
little prayer Get your money man, life go on, let?s hope 'Cause I?m hopeful, yes, I am, hopeful for today Take this music and use it, let it take you away
it again You got your life but you promised to die Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside
gonna marry your daughter And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up And I know that you were smiling when you seen the car I bought her You
pull it Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze I'm startin' at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
Take me a second to breathe and let stress go Walk out, grab my paper and wave next do' Take me a shower, get dressed and do a quick pass Say me a prayer
sit your silly ass down Don't give me no excuses that you turned your little life around You were born into violence You weave pain, ain't nuttin' but a g thang Anyway, you
you get to squishin a hoe It's pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh Damn baby you look good, you're givin me wood You should, pull over like a sweat
infected Fuck a brain fry, make me think irrational If I even think you schemin', you know I'm blastin' you I'm too raw, what is you out you gourd?
put your pad on your property, fag Properly rob you and hop in the Jag If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body You'll rock a
day you cooked your first meal, you were nine You cooked biscuits and ham And you called it to me how good it was 'cause I was out of town And at the
, soon as you turn around He in the ground, yeah, boy died, six feet underground And ain't no bible at this here church, no You won't find God no, might
you gotta roll" I'm about to hook up with my bro (bros) These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me
for your bit lips, haunted like waves In the ecstatic arch of evening: You and the night, you and the mountain You and tomorrow, you and the tomorrow: Stay away: stay away: stay away
rat Nigga tell me shit, I done fallen for the end And you woulda had that dick look when you'd caught that 10 You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take
you people to hush I keep tellin' you people to hush 'cause I can't trust you There's six million stories to tell, now which one's about you You see
you feel like your in a hallway robust with angel dust Reality I wake up to, my old dad once told me "How you live your life is all on you, son" Stress