| Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream
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| Baddest bitches you ever seen tatted wit regime
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| Thug Lord, wit the real hard core
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| Keepin it crackin once, prepared for war
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| Three of the downest nigga’s you ever imagined and go platinum
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| Known to keep it crackin wheter it’s packin or scrapin
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| Jackin a rapper, shit I give it up if I can smile
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| Ballin and repent somebody smile for me baby
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| Then made it across the crossroads
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| Skated the boss mode
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| Now me, Mac and Yuk escalatin in floss mode
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| Jaguar’s, bad broad’s, anything you ask for
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| Motorcycle’s, and fast cars, I ask the lord to forgive me
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| To keep me in this, I’m livin is for my children
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| I can’t eat without another million
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| I’m livin life in the fast lane, champagne to wash away ya pain
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| Them tears, that I been holdin in for years, smile for me
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| Smile, smile, oh smile
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| I only wanna see you smile
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| Smile, oh smile, oh yeah
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| (Verse 2: CJ Mac)
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| How many words can make a average man sit and try
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| Picture my lies, throwin bricks besides a business
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| Tried crippin for life
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| Tried dippin around this bitch without a clippin tonight
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| Tried chips for somethin, homocidal call it crime, we cursed
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| All we know we havin dreams in mirror’s
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| Fast cars, bad bitches, and teams to kear
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| Crack the seal loc, pour me out a shot of that filth
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| So I can drown in all my feelins inside, we all lit
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| Ha, dustin off the chronic ash and blast
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| Caught up in a mash of cash, we want it fast
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| I’m slippin, dirty I’m home, family won’t hug me
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| But that’s how the livin as is gonna be, so fuck em
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| I reak of scandalous schemes, and livin fast
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| It’s like the second when I’m sayin by my hour glass, damn
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| Been at ???, and livin buckwild
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| But i’ll give it all up to pop a smile, I wish that I could smile
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| (Verse 3: Yukmouth)
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| Ayo, I wake up every mornin praisin the lord
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| Thankin the lord for bein my shootin arm
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| Keepin a soldier safe in his war
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| I worry about livin no more, get paid and stayin on tour
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| Receivein my blessings, the lord
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| That’s why I quit stresstin no more
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| Now I can keep my tech in the drawer, and keep my vest on the floor
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| I’m still protected by the lord like never before
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| Acceptin the lord, for sakes, still respectin the lord
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| Praise his name for what you got
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| Cause what you got really ain’t yours
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| It’s the lords, and we his children
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| He want us all to pay for jewelry
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| Livin in mansions inside a apartment buildings
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| If we can stop this stealin, If we can stop the sinnin
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| If we can stop the killings, start prayin, start repentin
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| And ask god for forgiveness, the fatherfull forgiveness
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| And feel the spirtural healin, and god’s by witness
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| So keep the pray for, even if you was raised hard
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| I was buried in the graveyard, until I praised god
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| (Chorus until fade) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smile , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Thug Lord: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп