KILLARMY - LADY SINGS THE BLUES
Please us up where we belong All time we're holdin on Lift us up we belong life takes over like a spawn
[Dom Mastermind, holdin crimes Seen my fams Hill and Pah in the ground Hold my crown, my nine Me and mama ya shine, waited too long The year is mine, the is now What, where, and how, ain't a Life's a lesson, filled with choices - trust and 'ja and lime green shit, to ease my tension My rap is long as soldier's gun possession Not to mention, spittin in the kid's profession Movin crowds give my the, hardest erection Clouds of smoke, burners and shit, for protection When no can save, when it's time for ya grave All the, dirt I did, all the pain that I gave All the whylin out I did when my earth 'behave' All them, niggaz I stuck on my days All them, drugs that I with intent to get paid was for the better things in life - I felt I deserved Nobody gon' feed me, I'd be kicked to the curb Buy my mom a castle and deep in the suburb' She a and intelligent woman, that's how she get served But depended on the next man isn't part of my Try an sell me a dream, put CREAM in my hand Wanna garuntee me numbers on weekly soundscan Try an, smile in my face while you my hand Regardin and shit, but wanna shit on my man Terror is here, Terrorist the man I let the land the blues with a guitar in her hand...
...all this time we're on Lift us up where we 'cause life takes over like a
[9th Yo, yo, aiyyo, My mind flashed to memory lane I felt adrenaline rush my veins Blood stain, +Major like Damon Wayans PR leg got hit It ricocheted and 4th arm had split I ran like the Bionic Man, western General Y's dillinger, jammed in his hand
Bullets on the loose, shells rip through my goose We at war now, like Storm troops I escaped like Attica inmates Dodgin jakes, pushin weight on Shaolin and Mentally slave - for I crave I plan to be wise and to dig my own grave Back in the days, of and Eve I was in the Garden of Eden trees from leaves Nowadays niggaz be dying a virus called Stress Disease In New York, screamin they Bloods and Darks Remember that'd love to send me straight to the morgue Sometimes I feel like my is going in circles Record labels be tryna you my line I'll try to murder you Guilliani got thugs on a curfew - real, like TMF Everybody grab they steel, we build at And the children for real, for real...
[Islord Aiyyo, it's I remember my old G.. It used to be - me, her and my grand in the bed One room apartment type joint Roaches all in ya shit... It's like I'ma back right now Me and my physical.. I love nigga We was co-defendants...
Yo, my mind flashes to '82 when I was 7 Short, light-skinned, curly-head, trouble God, in the schoolyard Never kept my laces tied, tucked inside abided by the rules that I had to Me and my physical was on some - quick to the Cash Rule From a flashy, nigga in the projects Know Latrenze weight outta state And front, they big boys in the summertime 'cause we was on some, crimetime all 'round Tacklin pockets, chains offa necks Straight up disrespectful ways and Towards any man or female - 'cause the that I live and tell Is compared to no one And be damned if I have to show one...
Please lift us up we belong All this time holdin on Lift us up where we the Army drops the bomb...