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KILLARMY - LADY SINGS THE BLUES

Please lift us up where we
All this we're holdin on
Lift us up we belong
'cause life takes over a spawn

[Dom
Mastermind, holdin crimes
Seen my fams Hill and Pah in the ground
Hold my crown, my nine
Me and mama down ya shine, waited too
The is mine, the time is now
What, where, and how, ain't a
Life's a lesson, filled with choices - and depression
Smokin 'ja and lime green shit, to ease my
My rap is long as soldier's gun possession
Not to mention, spittin in mics; the kid's
Movin give my dick the, hardest erection
Clouds of smoke, and shit, that's for protection
When no vest can save, when 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, I stuck on my hungry-ass days
All them, that I slung with intent to get paid
was for the better in life - somethin I felt I deserved
else 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 some CREAM in my
Wanna garuntee me numbers on your weekly
Try an, smile in my while you shakin my hand
Regardin business and shit, but shit on my man
Terror is here, the powerful man
I let the land sing the blues with a in her hand...

...all this time holdin on
Lift us up we belong
'cause life takes like a spawn

[9th
Yo, yo, aiyyo,
My mind flashed back to lane
I felt adrenaline through my veins
stain, +Major Payne+ like Damon Wayans
PR leg got hit
It ricocheted and 4th arm had split
I ran like the Man, western stance
General Y's dillinger, just jammed in his

Bullets on the loose, shells rip my feathered goose
We at war now, like Storm troops
Somehow I escaped like Attica
Dodgin jakes, pushin on Shaolin and upstate
Mentally slave - for I crave
I to be wise and refuse to dig my own grave
Back in the days, of and Eve
I was in the Garden of Eden trees from leaves
Nowadays be dying from a virus called Stress Disease
In New York, everybody screamin they Bloods and
Remember that'd love to send me straight to the morgue
Sometimes I feel like my life is going in
labels be tryna jerk you
Cross my line I'll try to you
Guilliani got thugs on a curfew - it's real, TMF
Everybody grab steel, we build at will
And save the for real, for real...

talking]
Aiyyo, like
I remember my old G..
It to be - me, her and my grand earth in the bed
KnowhatI'mean? One room type joint
all in ya shit... yaknow
It's like I'ma flash back now
Me and my physical.. I that nigga
We was co-defendants...

Yo, my mind back to '82 when I was 7
Short, light-skinned, curly-head, startin
God, in the schoolyard
Never kept my laces tied, tucked inside
Never abided by the that I had to
Me and my physical was on some - quick to snatch the Cash
a flashy, analog nigga in the projects
Know Latrenze weight outta state
And front, with they big boys in the
we was on some, crimetime all year 'round
Tacklin pockets, tearin offa necks
up disrespectful ways and actions
Towards any man or female - the life that I live and tell
Is identical to no one
And I'll be damned if I have to one...

Please lift us up we belong
All time we're holdin on
Lift us up where we
the Army drops the bomb...