Lyrics:
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
there from the start, I just hope you spot it
'cause it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper
Words to live by will leave a hole in the paper
First
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard
how shit this album be
It gon always my first always OG
It will always be the first by me, Repea
We gotta start somewhere to claim our seats
So even if
where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
Ravashed by the darkness, the dusk's purest of lights
Blood is now spattered, across the whole dark sky
Dusk shall now wash it, with darkness and with night
He woke up in fear and doubt
Hammerless and mad
“Give it back at once you thief
Or i'll go tell my dad”
Giant slayer, Jotun bane
Mjölnir is its'
duck Muh-Fucker
Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
Blood sweat
needle in my chest
By her words, clouds all up, got all
Bad blood rain
On my face
Thought I died
But got inked
By her name
On my veins
And I'm sorry
I was
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
you got it
It was there from the start, I just hope you spot it
'cause it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper
Words to live by will leave
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
Yah, Yah, Yah, here we go now, Yah
Little ghost wasn't raised in Compton
But young Ghost got it in up in Dena though
Where blood and Crips bumped
faixa do álbum “Canções Para Ninar” dos Garotos Podres (Radical Records/1993). Regravamos esta música pois julgamos que – mesmo depois de 25 anos – ela,
Through the great hall, laughter echoed tales of slaughter, tales of gore
Spilt the wine like we spilt the blood Countless men we have sent to die
Oh my, oh my
I say oh my
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water now I'm prayin' for a flood
Feel
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
a mic
Now I got my partner singing hooks
And standing by my side
Ride or die
You know it takes blood to set it off
And now I'm headed off because
Now I'm
That's over your head like Dirk with the jumper
Ain't ever over we betting the under this was my album be back by the summer
Ha probably before that
Ha
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
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