KILLARMY - LADY SINGS THE BLUES
Please lift us up we belong All this time holdin on us up where we belong 'cause takes over like a spawn
[Dom Mastermind, through crimes my fams Hill and Pah lowered in the ground Hold my crown, my nine Me and down ya shine, waited too long The year is mine, the is now What, where, and how, ain't a Life's a lesson, with choices - trust and depression Smokin 'ja and lime green shit, to my tension My rap sheet is long as gun possession Not to mention, in mics; the kid's profession Movin crowds my dick the, hardest erection Clouds of smoke, burners and shit, that's for When no vest can save, when it's for ya grave All the, dirt that I did, all the pain that I All the whylin out I did when my earth 'behave' All them, niggaz I stuck on my days All them, drugs that I slung with to get paid was for the things in life - somethin I felt I deserved Nobody gon' feed me, I'd be kicked to the curb Buy my mom a and land deep in the suburb' She a strong and intelligent woman, that's how she get But on the next man isn't part of my plan Try an sell me a dream, put CREAM in my hand garuntee me numbers on your weekly soundscan Try an, smile in my face while you my hand Regardin and shit, but wanna shit on my man Terror is here, the powerful man I let the land sing the with a guitar in her hand...
...all this we're holdin on Lift us up we belong 'cause life takes like a spawn
Prince] Yo, yo, aiyyo, My mind flashed back to memory I felt adrenaline rush my veins Blood stain, Payne+ like Damon Wayans PR leg got hit It ricocheted and 4th arm had split I ran like the Bionic Man, stance General Y's dillinger, just in his hand
Bullets on the loose, shells rip through my feathered We at war now, Desert Storm troops Somehow I escaped like inmates Dodgin jakes, weight on Shaolin and upstate slave - for righteousness I crave I plan to be wise and refuse to dig my own Back in the days, of and Eve I was in the Garden of rollin trees from leaves Nowadays niggaz be dying a virus called Stress Disease In New York, everybody screamin they and Darks Remember thugs that'd love to send me straight to the Sometimes I like my life is going in circles Record labels be tryna you Cross my line try to murder you Guilliani got thugs on a - it's real, like TMF Everybody grab steel, we build at will And the children for real, for real...
[Islord Aiyyo, like I my old earth G.. It to be - me, her and my grand earth in the bed KnowhatI'mean? One room type joint Roaches all in ya shit... like I'ma flash back right now Me and my physical.. I that nigga We was co-defendants...
Yo, my flashes back to '82 when I was 7 Short, light-skinned, curly-head, startin Young God, in the Never my laces tied, shirt tucked inside Never abided by the that I had to Me and my physical was on some - quick to the Cash Rule From a flashy, analog nigga in the Know Latrenze pour weight state And front, they big boys in the summertime we was on some, crimetime all year 'round Tacklin pockets, tearin offa necks up disrespectful ways and actions Towards any man or female - 'cause the life I live and tell Is identical to no one And I'll be damned if I to show one...
Please lift us up we belong All this we're holdin on Lift us up we belong Until the Army the bomb...