You wear light like a robe You stretch out the sky like a tent You make Your chariot of the clouds And You ride on the wings of the wind woah ho ho
for some months now my friends called me tiny boy and they were right besides i was always tired i was weak thin without strength considered as a fake
I wore my forty-four so long I've made my shoulder sore I wore my forty-four so long And I made my shoulder sore Well, I'm wonderin' everybody Where'
I wore my 44 so long,it makes my shoulder sore I wore my 44 so long,it makes my shoulder sore I want my baby so bad- I'm gonna tell that woman so You
there now Oh yeah, oh wow, so good, oh yeah (I'm in love with the forty and above) Oh yeah, oh wow, oh please, oh yeah (I'm in love with the forty and
My servant, now your time is come You'll have a job to do I have a people to be led And a willing heart in you So I give you strength and courage And
Now after all this time your standing at my door Just when I cleared my mind your coming back for more Well it doesn't work that way you see I'm over
Forty days and forty nights Since my baby done left this town Oh the sun shinin' all day long But the rain it just keeps on comin' down She's my life,
It's already been said by every god damn one. They say it's only a statistic or something like that. Just another kid on the beat, yeah. But this doesn
Forty Eight Twenty Three Twenty Second Street Now, as for my aunt Who told on me She was always wearing her turbans Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy
'm King Kong meets Vince Vaughn and I play like a champion I'm a Monday ball-e? Nah B, all week Seven days of black power naps every forty eight half
on the Moet 'Cause I don't wanna hear that crap Why? I'd rather be a New Jack, Hustler Hustler Hustler Hustler Hustler H U S T L E R Hustler Yo man
now, that he's, locked away he can't get no love on visiting today Holla holla, pop yo' collar Shit a nigga just tryin to get a wet forty dollars to get
in a red bitch, she say she finnin' cum Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five
the e'zzy', M to the whizz I My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've And I just bought a bike
[Layzie] It's all because of brew I'm feelin fresh and new I bless a forty a day So now I never have to have another sober day When blessin' 40s I'm a
the C-Town Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose For the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons Nigga roll
had no gratitude Layzie Bone be crazy killin' with a ganksta attitude Buck, The Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Bump the Enterpri$e