Lyrics:
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
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
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
the roster
It's an imposter
Somebody come quick cause it ain't no way
You see the reign, you see the 3
We
Qweezy, Sho and L.U.V
Ain't no love
Ain't no trust
come quick cause it ain't no way
You see the reign, you see the 3
We
Qweezy, Sho & L.U.V.
Ain't no love
Ain't no trust
Ain't no rain
Man you know it
wouldn’t even see my mother cry
Cause of bad decisions
Look
I wish I could say I was over you
Wish I could say I was over you now
Look, yeah
I wish I could
on the T.V. Screen whiling
Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling
Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas
Be Jealous, cuz I'm
faire
Demande à mon gars sur Melan ce
Serait p'tetre plus sur qu'on m'enferme
Des fois j'mets v'la les tripes et
Des fois la technique reprend l
artists
You know that feeling that's gone bring nostalgia
When you listen to a track
Take you 5 years back
But it's automatic
Man it's game over, take over
on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes
You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I'll
jsem, že by mohl otočit pozici ještě
První bitch mi vzala city, od tý doby jen sub-zero
Hledal jsem si idoly v ulici, svý trap heroes
Dělal špatně lidem,
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
'round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade
I know its through them plenty figures
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner
build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do
I’m over here
160 damn tracks
You can tell by my discography
And that’s a thendi fact
Ay
I’m over here
No features on nothing
I feel like Comethazine
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
slingin' thangs, hammer ringin' kings
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V
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