Tongues wrapped in a soft war
: Tongues wrapped in a soft war
they call me Joey the profit First you cop it Then you cook it Then you chop it What the Fuck boy Bitch ass niggaz They can't stop us We turn a Profit
s got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade Thirty-seven killed last week in a crack war Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck ?The children
the block down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency I'm in the kitchen wood chilled with the feet broke Soft white
call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us We turn a profit
Celestial soldier from the future The tribe of Judah twelve tribe saluter Marchin' with an army of extra terrestrial beings Descended from celestial peons been fightin' the holy war
the sauce Teein? off like we up North just for bein? soft A beaten horse like a slave getting? minimum wage Fillin? the gauge, front page, these are the last
by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloveds farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would
a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloved's farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would slowly
down wit this Y'all crowdin that nigga Stop houndin this For you fuck my first Get a pound wit this Y'all fake-ass niggaz betta recognize I'll work ya
y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just like that [Mac] Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a
refuse bringin' war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor A general in war, I'm the first
but eager to please A lift, after all, is a lift Late moustache left us brusquely And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb Swung through a
Let's have a war, Sell the rights to the networks, Let's have a war, Let our wallets get fat like last time, Let's have a war, Give guns to the queers
but you ain't the only man with a gun More money More problems little brother is wild They call 'em The South he's country with a big ass mouth Tried
