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Bizzy Bone The Gift Before I Go Before i go Before i go Momma momma, i know i�m sellin?this marijuana. god, i do what i wanna, but, God, they won�t give me a job. i scream and i holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway (can�t stop me.) i know i�m sellin?chop chops, god, when they send me away, on these hill Waitin?for drama, �cause i�m skinny. the streets may be hideous, but the heat was pretty. pitty, many died, city-wide, where we ride, out to the nitty gritty, slide thru the system of lies. stri Of my pride, i don�t think i�ma make it alive. �cause if i do, i�ll be institutionalized, thugged out ever since pac died. i know what thugs is all about, make a suckaphice for christ. these mot Kas never could kill me twice ... and crackpipes on the playground...playground...playground...playground...playground Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don�t let �em put me in the cell, lord. praise god. As i sit in this jail cell, hell, readin?the mail mama sent to me, i can tell she gettin?weary. where my daddy at? i don�t give a fuck! nigga, don�t call me when this money stacks, duckin?the ki Everyday! where the love at? bone thugs, brand new. i always been with god, but is god wit�choo? i keep hearin? these voices, heaven or hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and Ssey was the ointment (hennessey!) satan�s still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. i can�t pretend to be an angel when i�m only a servant, constant in service t One and only, undisputed with common certousy. none of y�all could have been worse than me. i sold thangs that i ain�t proud of, i won�t even mention the power. see, the hour�s gettin? nearer, F i died today, i died a happy man. god bless the family! Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell nah! don�t let �em put me in the cell, lord. praise god. Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my baby�s mama�s scared to kiss me, you don�t miss me. i don�t blame her, i may be the b. family keep on dissin?me, and got a letter, i�m hopin?to die qu . hopin?to die swiftly. i�ma take all of these niggas with me. they keep on temptin?me, and the warden wonder why i don�t cry, �cause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fu Five mo? what am i here fo? �cause i was blastin?at the five-0. little brother been blowin?up, my niggas growin?up. throwin?up gang signs, and i was prayin?at the same time. i tell �em slow it Ell nah! then don�t you wind up in this hellhole. if i could do it all again, but now, i�m becomming a man! learnin?in prison, all these criminals, y�all don�t know how the fuck they livin? but �t givin?up, readin?the bible everyday, and only god can save me, i�ll be brave! Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don�t let �em put me in the cell, lord. praise god |
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