|
Guerilla Maab - Speak on It lyrics
(*talking*) Good Lord, I wanna thank you For waking me up, to see another New day, I've never seen before Forgive me for my sins, for they Be where I thought of deed, a mission A cold mission, Lord please bless me With the blessings you say I stand in need of, when I've done everything On this earth, that you laid out for me to do Lord please bless me with a home Somewhere in your kingdom Even the loss of the alone In Jesus name I pray, amen [Z-Ro] Seem like the light is so close I can feel my soul, about to vacate Make me wonder, am I right for God Cause I don't wanna get denied, at the pearly gate Even though I been cut throat, tripping off PCP Telling all my friends, to take a hike But it's fucked up, thinking bout tapes From other niggaz, when they on pot they can break the mic No time for pussy, I gotta pump packs in the projects Plus I gotta pimp the pen, if I wanna get paid I can't feel sorry gotta do the deed, and get up in the wind Gotta get some dividends, and if I don't die I'ma seek forgiveness of my sins, and if I get denied Even though I tried, I'ma burn for the rest of the devil me But the Lord gon give it, and the Lord gon take it Away, so I can't trip on my life It was my time to go, somebody take care of my child And raise him up right, plus these niggaz be living so shife I don't want my seed, to get corrupted Give him so much game, when I die He gon live as if the lessons, ain't interrupted Just to show how fucked up, the game can get Big Steve, money came up missing I was up in the car, so I'm a suspect of the crime But a nigga ain't tripping, all I can say is that I'm a G And I just won't touch it, unless I own it Wish I could tell Steve, that I'm still on my grind For mine, so I'ma bleed the block if I want it [Hook] Can't believe it I'm gon have to ride tonight Roll on, roll on Holding plexes, pulling pistols They play with your life Roll on roll on, or get stoled on [Z-Ro] Evilness without the sin, let him cast the first stone But unless your father, can make the wind blow When I see a check, please leave me alone Because I never asked nobody, for nothing I just accepted, what I was given Even though I'm po', I pray to let God know That I'm thankful to be still living, yeah I'd rather be a slave in heaven Than to be, the most comfortable cat in hell But I'm too good for one, and too bad for one So I'm between the two, I gotta sell Living on lock, familiar with songs and proverbs When the ways of the world, start to trip When I can't take it, I smoke too much That explains, that black shit around a nigga lip The Lord is my light, and my salvation But I still slip away, with natural herbs I don't be smoking weed, to look cool fool I got a problem, I do it to calm my nerves Now the preacher, wanna see me on Sunday But knowing I'ma bleed the block, first thang come Monday I don't go, cause another no show Said I'll fuck around and die, when I walk in the do' Never go be talking about a nigga, behind his back I'ma do it to him in his face, hoe checking a bitch About what he might of said a few days ago, talking down in a safe place But it ain't safe, for the presence of a god damn fool That'll squeeze, and make a motherfucker blood come down Heavily armed, with an automatic round When I frown, it ain't real cool to stick around Plus I found, that a relationship ain't shit When I was fucking, with one of these hoes She done fucked it up, for the rest of the women Cause I ain't trying to fuck, with none of these hoes Some of my partnas, that'd turn to foes That'd turn to struggling, from balling But I'm crooked as ever, but the world is so crooked I hope that God, ain't tired of me calling [Hook] [Z-Ro] Now if I said, that I'd rather be dead Instead of going through, the struggle and the pain Here to make logical sense, but when I get in a predicament I still be trying, to maintain Don't wanna lose my life, I wanna choose to live my life right But it's hard to decide, like a devil in disguise That be pulling a bull up over my eyes And trying to get me, to swallow my pride But I be ready to ride, and won't be denied Even if I died, motherfuckers know I tried To keep a bullet out of that body, I cried Everytime I put it inside, to make another nigga cap-size But if somebody, wanna put me under the ground Somebody better have a good plan I'm a man, that'll be ready to break a bastard off But I don't wanna die, living in a casket why did a Bitch wanna set my partna up, cause it really got up under my skin But I ain't tripping, when a nigga feeling with One up in the chamber, just to get a little bit of revenge I can't even keep a girlfriend, everybody be fucking with me And got my name, in a negative whirlwind I be ready for the trumpet to blow, and even if I don't get to go I still, wanna see the world end Cause I be tired, of feeling this anger Feeling the permission of danger, with every breath I be tired of watching my back, and packing a gat And living 24-7, up in a motherfucking vest God bless me, cause everybody wanna test me So I don't even talk, on my Prime Co. phone Leave a message, and press three [Hook - 2x] |
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Confessions by Usher |
 It Ain't What U Wear It's How U Play It by Another Bad Creation |
 Moodring by Mya |
 Take Me with You by Honey Cone |
 Lovers' Requiem by I Am Ghost |
