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• Artiste: Alchemist (The)
• Titre: Lord Protect Me
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Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yo, yo Lord protect me from my friends (Live) Still keep the F&N on my deathbed Can't trust the rest around bread like a crystal meth head Can't shit where you rest your head Can't burn a candle from end to end (Uh), you dig? Been had heroin in the pen, but the pigs couldn't pin it on the kid This shit is rigged, might catch a kingpin bid For just thinking this big And it was said I might be tweaking a bit, shit Prehistoric skin on the Louis [?] Two kilos, no dookie ropes Still pull 'em though Still hit the bull on his nose and bulldoze Get chose by some thick pitbull hoes, beautiful souls (*growls*) Next thing you know, shorty tripping like Glenn Close Just when I thought we was getting close Don't tip the boat and get your fit soaked (Paow, paow) Raised so many kids in the biz, I'm feeling like Phillip from Diff'rent Strokes Uh, talk Can't milk a pimp, give me guilt trip Convince me to trick on you, take you on a guilt trip Eat through the bills I hid like some silverfish It's disingenuous, like them filtered pics You use the real, real niggas and claim you innocent But due to your scent we can't even be friends with benefits Shit, I'm not a dimwit Even in the room when it's dimly lit, you can see that I'm really rich I'm really with the shits [?] I might drench a trench In the Benz listening to Mitchy Slick Many men wish death 'pon me like 50 Cent By the time they find slime body, it probably stink Uh