we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we hit record Hit the floor, new era, this is war Lord
I picture better days I'm thankful for the chance I got to say amen The Lord done blessed me with his grace I wish this day would never end We represent the slums
Prada beaver For cold winters, tattoos got my summer's sleeveless To my G's on the flee from the coppers Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors From the slums
bright lights (Like Christ, bright lights) I save a prayer for the fallen soldiers Too many niggas died young, for tryna to hang On the slaims of our slums
a legend, if you took the oath then the ghost is ya bredrin blowin smoke in the seven Or maybe it's the hooptie in these pisshole slums Just tryna
I'm always busy sorry and we don't even see each other much hardly it never stopped me from girl thinkin bout your body swear to God, she's so sexy. Thinkin to myself the lord
of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron, hippocrates get steped upon, in the combat, don't you come back until you waxed your song. Your served at your war phat. Your up against the lord
on nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit em up WESTSIDE!!! Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord
crispy Queensbridge, a trife city dilapidated slums I've seen political homicides and crack related ones Pac and Biggie, God bless 'em I don't know where to begin Forgive me Lord
war hungry, We kill over blood money, the cops seem to think it's funny, We murder over pennys and crumbs, plenty of guns, Crammed in the city slums,
get loose, Lord Akil get loose And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Lord
goose Jesus north of the rocket polo shirt collar with it Im a scholar with it make dollars with it Yeah shinobi sword and you should know me lord Cut
We the same in every aspect except for the chain Connect 41-18 the bridge bang I give the kidney, just so the lord will forgive me And bring back mami
war I'm in thirst mode, I was born to react to the first blow Leave ya body in the spot where the hurse go Let the Lord sort 'em out when the wind blow
's insane you hatin' the gang clown those lames nothin' but a shit stain I'm Rhymefest you can feel my reign arms out to here here feel my range we from the slum Lord
a man, hope you understand Even when shit goes wrong it's part of God's plan, Amen [Chorus] Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
