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Blessed Be The One Video (MV)




Performed By: Stallone
Featuring: Weathers
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Kelvin Hill, Michael Williams




Stallone - Blessed Be The One Lyrics
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[ Featuring Weathers ]

Politickin with my brother heavy
I'm throwing shots at the fraudulent
Grippin whatever extra clip in the leather the shooter gorgeous
The fifth bodyguard against niggas that can't afford this
I try to school'em cause the knowledge worth more than all this
My soldiers fall in line like the end of August
And form something beautiful machine like
My team tight
Give the green light its all riffles and beam sights
My niggas we steam pipes with triggers that lean right
Dumpin out the passenger my man got hit
Rebuttal shots did my brother something terrible
He got his wheels right before he got his wings
So now we rolling up and letting bullets fly up out them things
Niggas never talk about the drama fast money brings
Or how a lesson learned in pain forever stings
And now we got a score to settle king
Slugs at your crown fly rapid
And still bury guns outta habit beg for it
Father forgive me for my past life
I was playing selfish with the stash like
Now I made a promise to divide the pie
Even on my last slice
Blessed be the one that never asks twice
It cut me deep when you took my brother
Hope that was your last knife
Now I sit back and reminisce about our last fight
Damn
I never thought that be his last night
Father forgive me for my past life
The money never sleeps from the paper bag to the duffle
Depending on how you bubble
I swing metal for it like Jeter you play the field long enough you're bound to catch a couple
The hustle fed us but couldn't do shit about the hunger technique.
We Rakim the losses, daddy don't sweat it
That's just the cost of doing business, keep it level headed
The last dollar to my name, on myself, I bet it
And copped the forty, praying over every shell I fed it
So if I pop a couple at you, you could tell them that the Lord sent it authentic
Extended magazine holds eleven more in it now my stuff is long winded
Praise God
I circle blocks looking for my man's killer like Santana
Blam hammers on sight to make it right and still checking on his mother every night
And he would do the same for me if the Timbaland was on the other
I miss politicking with my brother
Father forgive me for my past life
I was playing selfish with the stash like
Now I made a promise to divide the pie
Even on my last slice
Blessed be the one that never asks twice
It cut me deep when you took my brother
Hope that was your last knife
Now I sit back and reminisce about our last fight
Damn
I never thought that be his last night
Father forgive me for my past life
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Politickin with my brother heavy
I'm throwing shots at the fraudulent
Grippin whatever extra clip in the leather the shooter gorgeous
The fifth bodyguard against niggas that can't afford this
I try to school'em cause the knowledge worth more than all this
My soldiers fall in line like the end of August
And form something beautiful machine like
My team tight
Give the green light its all riffles and beam sights
My niggas we steam pipes with triggers that lean right
Dumpin out the passenger my man got hit
Rebuttal shots did my brother something terrible
He got his wheels right before he got his wings
So now we rolling up and letting bullets fly up out them things
Niggas never talk about the drama fast money brings
Or how a lesson learned in pain forever stings
And now we got a score to settle king
Slugs at your crown fly rapid
And still bury guns outta habit beg for it
Father forgive me for my past life
I was playing selfish with the stash like
Now I made a promise to divide the pie
Even on my last slice
Blessed be the one that never asks twice
It cut me deep when you took my brother
Hope that was your last knife
Now I sit back and reminisce about our last fight
Damn
I never thought that be his last night
Father forgive me for my past life
The money never sleeps from the paper bag to the duffle
Depending on how you bubble
I swing metal for it like Jeter you play the field long enough you're bound to catch a couple
The hustle fed us but couldn't do shit about the hunger technique.
We Rakim the losses, daddy don't sweat it
That's just the cost of doing business, keep it level headed
The last dollar to my name, on myself, I bet it
And copped the forty, praying over every shell I fed it
So if I pop a couple at you, you could tell them that the Lord sent it authentic
Extended magazine holds eleven more in it now my stuff is long winded
Praise God
I circle blocks looking for my man's killer like Santana
Blam hammers on sight to make it right and still checking on his mother every night
And he would do the same for me if the Timbaland was on the other
I miss politicking with my brother
Father forgive me for my past life
I was playing selfish with the stash like
Now I made a promise to divide the pie
Even on my last slice
Blessed be the one that never asks twice
It cut me deep when you took my brother
Hope that was your last knife
Now I sit back and reminisce about our last fight
Damn
I never thought that be his last night
Father forgive me for my past life
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Writer: Kelvin Hill, Michael Williams
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