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KILLARMY - LADY SINGS THE LYRICS

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

Pachino]
Mastermind, holdin crimes
Seen my fams Hill and Pah in the ground
Hold my crown, hold my
Me and mama down ya shine, too long
The is mine, the time is now
What, where, and how, a question
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, spittin in mics; the kid's
Movin crowds give my dick the, erection
of smoke, burners 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, niggaz I stuck on my days
All them, that I slung with intent to get paid
was for the better in life - somethin I felt I deserved
Nobody else feed me, I'd be kicked to the curb
Buy my mom a and land deep in the suburb'
She a and intelligent woman, that's how she get served
But on the next man isn't part of my plan
Try an me a dream, put some CREAM in my hand
Wanna garuntee me numbers on your soundscan
Try an, smile in my face while you shakin my
Regardin business and shit, but wanna on my man
is here, Terrorist the powerful man
I let the land sing the blues a guitar in her hand...

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

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

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

[Islord
Aiyyo, like
I remember my old G..
It to be - me, her and my grand earth 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 that nigga
We was co-defendants...

Yo, my flashes back to '82 when I was 7
Short, light-skinned, curly-head, startin
God, in the schoolyard
Never kept my laces tied, shirt inside
Never abided by the that I had to
Me and my physical was on some - quick to snatch the Rule
From a flashy, analog in the projects
Know pour weight outta state
And front, with they big in the summertime
'cause we was on some, all year 'round
Tacklin pockets, chains offa necks
up disrespectful ways and actions
Towards any man or female - 'cause the life that I and tell
Is compared to no one
And I'll be damned if I to show one...

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