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KILLARMY - SINGS THE BLUES LYRICS

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

Pachino]
Mastermind, holdin through
my fams Hill and Pah lowered in the ground
Hold my crown, my nine
Me and down ya shine, waited too long
The is mine, the time is now
What, where, and how, ain't a
a lesson, filled with choices - trust and depression
Smokin 'ja and green shit, to ease my tension
My rap sheet is long as soldier's gun
Not to mention, spittin in the kid's profession
Movin crowds give my dick the, erection
Clouds of smoke, and shit, that's for protection
no vest can save, when it's time for ya grave
All the, dirt that I did, all the pain I gave
All the whylin out I did my earth said 'behave'
All them, I stuck on my hungry-ass days
All them, drugs that I with intent to get paid
was for the things in life - somethin I felt I deserved
else gon' feed me, I'd be kicked to the curb
Buy my mom a castle and land in the suburb'
She a strong and intelligent woman, that's how she get
But depended on the next man part of my plan
Try an sell me a dream, put some in my hand
Wanna garuntee me numbers on your weekly
Try an, smile in my while you shakin my hand
Regardin and shit, but wanna shit on my man
is here, Terrorist the powerful man
I let the sing the blues with a guitar in her hand...

...all time we're holdin on
us up where we belong
'cause life takes over like a

Prince]
Yo, yo, aiyyo,
My flashed back to memory lane
I adrenaline rush through my veins
Blood stain, +Major like Damon Wayans
PR leg got hit
It and 4th Disciple arm had split
I ran like the Man, western stance
General Y's dillinger, just in his hand

Bullets on the loose, shells rip my feathered goose
We at war now, like Storm troops
Somehow I escaped Attica inmates
jakes, pushin weight on Shaolin and upstate
Mentally - for righteousness I crave
I plan to be wise and to dig my own grave
in the days, of Adam and Eve
I was in the Garden of Eden trees from leaves
Nowadays niggaz be dying from a 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 is going in circles
labels be tryna jerk you
Cross my line I'll try to you
Guilliani got thugs on a curfew - 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 used to be - me, her and my grand in the bed
One room apartment type joint
Roaches all in ya shit...
like I'ma flash back right now
Me and my physical.. I love that
We was co-defendants...

Yo, my mind flashes back to '82 I was 7
Short, light-skinned, curly-head, trouble
Young God, in the
Never my laces tied, shirt tucked inside
Never by the rules that I had to
Me and my physical was on some - quick to the Cash Rule
From a flashy, analog in the projects
Know pour weight outta state
And front, with big boys in the summertime
we was on some, crimetime all year 'round
Tacklin pockets, tearin chains offa
Straight up disrespectful and actions
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 us up where we belong
All this we're holdin on
Lift us up where we
the Army drops the bomb...