Paroles de Lord Protect Me
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yo, yoLord 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 [?] 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
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 [?] 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
