Lyrics:
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
Wana
We are not alone
I got it locked
You can never take what is mine
Cos I know I'm from the streets, it is time
My time's now, I'm getting there
your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get Crown Vic'ed these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not
I'd rather face the knife (ouch)
And I want all the smoke, this is not haze
This that homegrown Methadone, John Blaze (huh)
I hate when you niggas
freestyle
That's why it's a free-style
Woo, Y'all know
This is the outro of the album y'all
I finna use 5 minutes
To explain myself y'all
You know the thing
I Wanna Get Away
Written by J.Robinson III, J. Holliday
I wanna get away but there's no place to go
Cause everybody's neighborhood is turning
The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High albums.
Raven's child
Is chasing salvation
Black beak turned
Hey man, it's Jeremy, uh, your manager. I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. Um, I'm really having trouble pitching your music around, I gotta be
things on my mind when I die
What you got, time on your hands or time on your side?
Is there any sense in doin' these songs when I'm high?
Is there more
lifestyle
[C-Bo]
I'll bring it to them how they want it cause there is only one way to do it
Bring it to them how they knew it on they death bed put by fluid
spend my whole life counting
'Cause truthfully nothing is too late to fix, be the Blackbird on the White Album
And if I have so much to say, then why
his mouth, I was stunned
He said, "You can't deny man his son." Be clear.
So if he wanna be there, you let 'em be there
Be fair, I mean, I can see he
The Masta, the Ase-Inc
Lost is the ghetto dweller trapped in a cage
There's no way out of the death trap
You can't come back, back
No matter what
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
you and your tired-ass bow down to my ass
I shit on a kid want to vic wanted KITT
What's Slick Rick, this one is dead
Life's finished, this rapper
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Motherfucker"
"Oh Mother, where is my father?
Where is my brother?
Theyre at war, theyre at war
You made them join the dirty US army
You told them all a filthy
ain’t there for you in the end
Some kids that you thought you were cool with
Are gonna try to fight you and start acting fooling
This is where your
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
Here it is
Reminder (ar)
Reminder (ar)
I got it if you need it
A reminder (ar)
Reminder (ar)
Reminder (ar)
Think I better give you a reminder
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who
sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who
motherfuckers know you're
There to take them out anytime
You feel like it! You gotta get the ground
Beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back
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