no limit resurrection
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•5 months ago
yeah it's Master p in this resurrection being the life that raps as a G take my homie now into eternally of the heavens above and don't forget to rapture us with your rapture love still a tru soulja to what you command, cause I'm the kernel who orders all your demands, may your will be done, cause of being God our savior and Jesus Christ the son a thug march from the days of our youth, return of no limit and faithful troops, all marked by the beast, the rising of the heavenly bread of the yeast, thug till I die armed and ready to salute the champ, light unto the world wicks of his burning lamp, a light that can never be taken away, darkness covers light for the evil we play to all you real evil copycat bitches, fucked in the ass to silence these snitches, like the dykes building sand walls from the flood of the ditches, busted in the mouth cause the south give stiches, prowling through the hoods followed by witches, voodoo Dolls made to poke and stick all the riches, master p ugh you know the name alias Makaveli a.k.a. kilo saing yeah it's c-murder back at it again never testified but was freed from my sins living as a stone cold killer to what my mind could see, serving for the lord cause his visions are free, in a time of Christ and who we thought the prezident ought to be, first and last $ 200 bill, to tripple 999+1 to equal 3,000 trill for this asian Gates, c- murder at the polls to take, your votes count him in, never the fake vice of his sexual grip, worn from the hole in ya panties he ripped you all know he needs flagellation church in Jerusalem cause after death he comes as the grim, to reap his soul bricks of gold, lo-way to hell, for DEA to hit and tell, count the track that leads to life, unbreakable bricks of our God and Christ No limit Souljas back at it for him, breaking those pipes and hitting the stems, when we roll the crowds roll deep for every tear that the victims weap
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yeah it's Master p in this resurrection being the life that raps as a G take my homie now into eternally of the heavens above and don't forget to rapture us with your rapture love still a tru soulja to what you command, cause I'm the kernel who orders all your demands, may your will be done, cause of being God our savior and Jesus Christ the son a thug march from the days of our youth, return of no limit and faithful troops, all marked by the beast, the rising of the heavenly bread of the yeast, thug till I die armed and ready to salute the champ, light unto the world wicks of his burning lamp, a light that can never be taken away, darkness covers light for the evil we play to all you real evil copycat bitches, fucked in the ass to silence these snitches, like the dykes building sand walls from the flood of the ditches, busted in the mouth cause the south give stiches, prowling through the hoods followed by witches, voodoo Dolls made to poke and stick all the riches, master p ugh you know the name alias Makaveli a.k.a. kilo saing yeah it's c-murder back at it again never testified but was freed from my sins living as a stone cold killer to what my mind could see, serving for the lord cause his visions are free, in a time of Christ and who we thought the prezident ought to be, first and last $ 200 bill, to tripple 999+1 to equal 3,000 trill for this asian Gates, c- murder at the polls to take, your votes count him in, never the fake vice of his sexual grip, worn from the hole in ya panties he ripped you all know he needs flagellation church in Jerusalem cause after death he comes as the grim, to reap his soul bricks of gold, lo-way to hell, for DEA to hit and tell, count the track that leads to life, unbreakable bricks of our God and Christ No limit Souljas back at it for him, breaking those pipes and hitting the stems, when we roll the crowds roll deep for every tear that the victims weap
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