My Lord, Pt. 1

Tell me something
How you gone get loose
Macks be macking
Players playing
Thugs be loving
All that gangsta shit
System beating slapping
Like Ike Turner
On a bitch
My Lord

Beautiful lady
Lady, expect me to cut to the chase
I'm lovin' your face
I'm lovin' your shape
Your walk is so mean
I yearn and I ache
I'm fallin' for angels
To rise above demons
I'm leanin' I'm leanin' I'm leanin'
Keeping my best friend around me
Like wheezin' and coughing and
Ahchoo and sneezing
Any more reason to kill em
My family they need me
They need me they need me
Handle my business and whooping they ass
Like one of the kids broke the tv
Lost in the world but I'm spending and traveling
Momma your son is a champion
My mind on my money
These niggas be looking all funny
Who get the last laugh again?
Loading up 30's and hunnid rounds
Pray for my city cause
Niggas don't fight no more
Pray for me more
Because I'll probably
Be one the niggas you raising a lighter for
Don't hop on my dick when I die
Just give me my flowers
While I can still smell em shit
And show me a wonderful time
And bring the vibrations and positive fellowship
Rolling up herbal
Krayzie Bizzy Layzie Wish and Flesh
Greatest rhymer right here in the flesh
Got no stress I'm blessed and more is less
Love the Buddha like a Budapest
Fuck your mind what's in your chest?
This is Zo Chiggz and Premo Rice
Gospel at its best

Tell me something
How you gone get loose
Macks be macking
Players playing
Thugs be loving
All that gangsta shit
System beating slapping
Like Ike Turner
On a bitch
My Lord



Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Mason
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