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HUSALAH lyrics : "Allah Forbid"

The mob life, federal felonies
I can't believe the %#@! these people tellin' me
I coulda been a President instead of just sellin' D

My mother is a queen she gave birth to ya majesty
Federal felonies
I can't believe the %#@! these people tellin' me

My mother was a queen she gave birth to ya majesty
I coulda been President, instead of just sellin' D
(Husalah Husalah, Husalah)


[Verse 1:]
I be on the block late night twenty-four where the savages be

I coulda been the President instead of sellin' D
My mother was a queen she gave birth to ya majesty
I'm fightin' for my life fightin' federal felonies

The life I live is treal, but the fact that I'm ill
Keep me walkin', and keep me talkin' still
^!$$%s on my back, ^!$$%s rap ^!$$%s talkin' %#@! but guns clap

Where's this at, ^!$$%, that's the %#@! that the code that we live by
Live, by the $#&@in' code that we live by
^!$$% we ride til our death take a last breath of a gangsta and a hustler

Turn ya back and get clap by ya own brother
Or ratted out by a sucka
^!$$% this life I live I can't get enough of

Even though I suffer I still survive I stay live
(Life is one big road, life is one big road)
(Bring it back like)


[BRIDGE:]
Coulda been the president instead of just sellin' D

My mother is a queen she gave birth to ya majesty
I really can't believe the %#@! these white people tellin' me
Fightin' for my life fightin' these federal felonies


(Cheh, you know.....for sure.....you know)
[beat cuts and Hus says various stuff until]


When the beat drop
I get to spittin' off the top of my dome, never written

I just recite my life
I do a thousand up the interstate
Feelin' lifeless, naturally niceness


[HOOK:]
Life is one big road wid a lot of signs, signs and more signs

Today ya livin' sweet tomorrow sorrow like lime
Life is one big road wid a lot of signs, life is one big road


[Verse 2:]
I, hit ya block, ride wid the choppah
Put it to ya face, ^!$$%s call coppers

Blow ya head off ya mother$#&@in' shoulders
Back in the days I used to chop blow up
I got a little older, started havin' whole ones

(*##$es jock, cause young ^!$$%s holdin'
Rollin' hard, rollin' tough wid my young ^!$$%s
Hit the block wid a chop gettin' dumb

wid a mother$#&@in' pack of white %#@!
to get, clockin' fat in the pockets
Clockin' G's wid a package of poison

The blacker ya boy is he think he tough
The black Mac'll make his black $$# back up
Backflip when the black Mac hic-cup

What the $#&@ this is, H-U-S-L-A-H out the gate
lettin' ^!$$%s know I'm mob for life this is my fate ^!$$%
(Life is one big road wid a lot of signs, life is one big road)

Mob for life this is my fate ^!$$%

[HOOK:]

Life is one big road wid a lot of signs, signs and more signs
Today ya livin' sweet tomorrow sorrow like lime
Life is one big road wid a lot of signs

Life is one big road wid a lot of signs

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