Holy Rollers (Explicit)-Statestore (JuJu Mob)

Holy Rollers (Explicit)

时间:2006-07-25

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Holy Rollers (Explicit) - Statestore (JuJu Mob)/Chief Kamachi

Yeah kno'I'mean

This that Philly fiend music

Kno'I'mean

The sound of the d**e heatin'

On that spoon

Hmmm

You feel that right

I know you feel that right

Holy Rollers

How I fell in hell in the cell with the world on my shoulders

Holy Rollers

Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast on my soldiers

Holy Rollers

How I fell in hell in the cell with the world on my shoulders

Holy Rollers

Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast on my soldiers

This for my broke brothers that's leakin'

The have-nots and the heathens

Who work hard

And hustle just to spend it all on the weekend

We live without reason

Numb our brain with liquor and cheeba

Get tore down hollerin' for God to help us

Everything we take is truth

A misguided message

The hood better grimey

Jealous aggressive and desperate

And we exit in enormous numbers

Stressed out and restless

City infested Avenues infected

And the struggle to success

Only accumulate the herb and depression

Now how in the hell we supposed to get it together

We go from no diplomas to obituaries

Seminaries and cemeteries

All we know is stress and worry

Nosy neighbors

Hoodlums and haters

We reach for the sky

Steady wonder

Why ain't no angels comin' out of heaven to help us out

We know the situation full of doubt

So look at us now

Holy Rollers

How I fell in hell in the cell

With the world on my shoulders

Holy Rollers

Tryna twist them L's see

The spell different cast on my soldiers

Holy Rollers

How I fell in hell in the cell with the world

On my shoulders

Holy Rollers

Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast

On my soldiers

Yo I'm like what

God ain't got no love for the kid

Home from a bid

Livin' on skid clutchin' a rib

Little scruff

Barely enough to puff production at crib

Small hands of a crack baby touchin' his bib

From a heartless dark place

Where the evil is hid

Slidin' board of addiction

Where my people done slid

Only thing in life that really seems equal is dead

Don't need a shrink to take a peek

And see through his head

Just study this hood culture

Where the future is lead

And understand how a young child

Could shoot you for bread

His whole like Stop Snitchin'

F**k the blue and the red

Runnin' the spot

Gun cocked give two to the dred

Only shook when the lookouts holla The Feds

Then you dash

Quickly stash or swallow the meds

Upstate pacin' stressin'

Walkin' the edge

Second tier come in here

Get tossed from the ledge

I'm a crazy celly like a war crazed Isreali

I try harder but it seem like these days will fail me

See I'm a psycho

In an asylum I might go

Or I'll be at the door of the Lord with a rifle

Cause I want more than James Junior

And Michael

Or I'm a keep studyin' this criminal bible

Psalm one Palm gun

Ain't no fears in kings

So be prepared for the long run

Holy Rollers

How I fell in hell in the cell with the world

On my shoulders

Holy Rollers

Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast

On my soldiers

Holy Rollers

How I fell in hell in the cell with the world

On my shoulders

Holy Rollers

Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast

On my soldiers

Yeah c'mon kno'm'sayin'

Ain't' nuttin' changed kno'm'sayin'

Still out here tryna take dirt

And change it to a magic glitter kno'm'sayin'

Yeah Holy Rollers

C'mon Philadelphia

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