Please Mr. Minister, a word with you Only take a minute, sir, so don't you screw You no fight 'gainst the rum head You no fight 'gainst the wine head
Oh, now, want to be free Tired fe lick weed in a bush Tired fe lick pipe in a gully We want to come out in the open Where the breeze can blow it so far
vain the west side of pop's creek But Jacob's wife knew of this place and said to travel east With a guide to take him there, Jacob came upon the scene
my whole hood with me, And i just got out of jail, ya they tried to michael vick me, I gave my lawyer half a mill and told him come and get me, Im not
charms She could knock down a man at ninety paces While he rolled her around in his arms Shot a hole through the hand of Michael Miller As he crept
full of X pillz red rag in my pocket same color my vette is my no. 1 loner than a essay from Texas a quarter mill
whippin' that water Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill
the hardest regardless Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans Admit, I did it from standing in rain with a gram Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob
on you Country niggas paid New Bentley coup 20 on some blaze Marc Jacob shoes Frank Muller watch The square block bezzle Junior is the best Fly in any weather I mill
help you build up your account Thats a good look Better yet a hood look, Ladies thats a good look When you're in them big meetings for the mills Thats
make a steak upgrade I?m Fillet Mignon with a tape-up fade I see things clear through these Marc Jacobs shades Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob
why oh why oh why It's always the good ones that have to die Oh why oh why oh why Bob Marley die, ?Jacob Miller? die (repeat) Another day another burial
Rose and Marshall Jacob Miller Lived in Santa Fe Jacob never wore his side guns Till news broke out Black Bart was back in town Bart was gunning for
in the heat of that same summer When she met her children?s Pa At a downtown dance in Hot Springs Sweat and rhythm filled the hall When Miller Jacobs
your fate in his hands, there'll be changin' of plans A man did, I did it from standin' in rain wit a gram Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze
the city I am the city Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the cake I make the cake 36 what I cop like jacob plat my team the champs yo team
(j. crane/a. jacobs/j. brewster-miller) If I give my heart to you Will you handle it with care? Will you always treat me tenderly? And in every way
bought my cooler Ya girl want 2 layup, seen da Jacob Crazy color chain lookin' like a laser huh A multimillion dollar bag, yeah that's true Gucci let you cop a mill
