with a gun That I got from my pops top drawer When he left my momma twice in a week My momma lifeless and weak, spendin' her nights in the sheets With
it with sexual But don't think, I don't think of having sex with you I'm trying to get next to you, but you being rude In the club with ya guns out, shooting
limit to the goals that you could hold in your mind' Lift the soul when you crying 'till you reach the gates of heaven Like your chariot is carrying children
right One minute youre a baby and the next your sexin without protection and now your holdin a baby like damn I was just in your shoes now your the pop
death is uncertain. One curtain left, and I'ma die with my gun bursting. Son cursing 'til I must become one with the Earth. Heaven and hell I conquer
The world is yours, The world is yours Who's World Is This? Bet you feelin like the world is yours, Right? Who's World Is This? The world is yours, The
s attention like I'm rippin' a concert So put your hands high 'til your arms hurt I walk the earth just like God works in mysterious ways Your spirits
when my Rhymes done. What a feeling when your life's done building And your chilling in your house with a wife, a few children Feeling like you struck a million. looking at your
BLUUU) you momma's kitchen beg your pardon darling listen I'm a nigga on a mission and this B*%? es ain't stopping [Chorus:] Blu (Stop jockin em) Blu, My world is Blu