Killarmy - Lady Sing The Blues Lyrics
KILLARMY - LADY SINGS THE BLUES LYRICS[sung]Please lift us up where we belongAll this time we're holdin onLift us up where we belongCuz life takes over like a spawn[Dom Pachino]Mastermind, holdin through crimesSeen my fams Hill and Pah lowered in the groundHold my crown, hold my nineMe and mama down ya shine, waited too longThe year is mine, the time is nowWhat, where, and how, ain't a questionLife's a lesson, filled with choices - trust and depressionSmokin 'ja and lime green shit, to ease my tensionMy rap sheet is long as soldier's gun possessionNot to mention, spittin in mics; the kid's professionMovin crowds give my dick the, hardest erectionClouds of smoke, burners and shit, that's for protectionWhen no vest can save, when it's time for ya graveAll the, dirt that I did, all the pain that I gaveAll the whylin out I did when my earth said 'behave'All them, niggaz I stuck on my hungry-ass daysAll them, drugs that I slung with intent to get paidwas for the better things in life - somethin I felt I deservedNobody else gon' feed me, I'd be kicked to the curbBuy my mom a castle and land deep in the suburb'She a strong and intelligent woman, that's how she get servedBut depended on the next man isn't part of my planTry an sell me a dream, put some CREAM in my handWanna garuntee me numbers on your weekly soundscanTry an, smile in my face while you shakin my handRegardin business and shit, but wanna shit on my manTerror is here, Terrorist the powerful manI let the land sing the blues with a guitar in her hand...[sung]...all this time we're holdin onLift us up where we belongCuz life takes over like a spawn[9th Prince]Yo, yo, aiyyo, aiyyoMy mind flashed back to memory laneI felt adrenaline rush through my veinsBlood stain, +Major Payne+ like Damon WayansPR Terrorist leg got hitIt ricocheted and 4th Disciple arm had splitI ran like the Bionic Man, western stanceGeneral Y's dillinger, just jammed in his handBullets on the loose, shells rip through my feathered gooseWe at war now, like Desert Storm troopsSomehow I escaped like Attica inmatesDodgin jakes, pushin weight on Shaolin and upstateMentally slave - for righteousness I craveI plan to be wise and refuse to dig my own graveBack in the days, of Adam and EveI was in the Garden of Eden rollin trees from leavesNowadays niggaz be dying from a virus called Stress DiseaseIn New York, everybody screamin they Bloods and DarksRemember thugs that'd love to send me straight to the morgueSometimes I feel like my life is going in circlesRecord labels be tryna jerk youCross my line I'll try to murder youGuilliani got thugs on a curfew - it's real, like TMFEverybody grab they steel, we build at willAnd save the children for real, for real...[Islord talking]Aiyyo, it's likeI remember my old earth G..It used to be - me, her and my grand earth in the bedKnowhatI'mean? One room apartment type jointRoaches all in ya shit... yaknowIt's like I'ma flash back right nowMe and my physical.. I love that niggaWe was co-defendants...Yo, my mind flashes back to '82 when I was 7Short, light-skinned, curly-head, startin troubleYoung God, in the schoolyardNever kept my laces tied, shirt tucked insideNever abided by the rules that I had toMe and my physical was on some - quick to snatch the Cash RuleFrom a flashy, analog nigga in the projectsKnow Latrenze pour weight outta stateAnd front, with they big boys in the summertimeCuz we was on some, crimetime all year 'roundTacklin pockets, tearin chains offa necksStraight up disrespectful ways and actionsTowards any man or female - cuz the life that I live and tellIs identical compared to no oneAnd I'll be damned if I have to show one...[sung]Please lift us up where we belongAll this time we're holdin onLift us up where we belongUntil the Army drops the bomb...
