Lyrics:
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
know I can't stop the thunder or the rain and snow from pouring
Let's get two glasses of eggnog and we'll make it last
Snuggle up by the fire, we'll wrap
the house that means nobody is safe
How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define
The music of our youth from 1979
We rap by what we see, meaning
is wrong with you I thought we were friends
Even though it saved joshs life and turned out fine in the end
If I make it to heaven clips aimed at your
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
this happen?
'Cause I'm goin' insane
I thought we were everlastin'
How did it get this way?
You knew that this shit would hurt me
You cause my heart
Check it out
Ladies and gentleman
I present my self
I go by the name of Sol you know
I'm here to introduce the album
The first album of the D.O.A.
colours then you gotta shoot em dead
Always stay off the surveillance cuz it's hard to prove intent
We all got a uniform to let em know that we're a threat
We're here with Mobb Deep, what's up fellas?
Yeah chill, Prodigy, yo
What's up?
Yeah, this Havoc, what up?
So Mobb Deep, where you guys been? I
real
I wanna thank you very much for listening
Hope you enjoyed it
Sit tight
Take it easy
We'll be back before you know it
With #3
’ve been letting it slide
By holding inside
The things we wanna say
When we break up
Damn, gonna hurt real bad
Damn, gonna want you back
Damn, but I won’t do
’ve been letting it slide
By holding inside
The things we wanna say
When we break up
Damn, gonna hurt real bad
Damn, gonna want you back
Damn, but I won’t do
be dead
You hear what I said?
I'm spitting real shit, you can feel it
Y'all are jealous trynna steal it
I will still spit until we're dead
Try
we're not sorry, we're not sorry
So think about the war that you'll be starting
'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry
I'm for real when I say I got
¡Esta la finé!
It's the end of the album
You can call me an alumni
We been rapping funny here
Call me Mister Fun Guy
I'm furthering my education
problem, cause and solution. Free your mind. It's like, we all think that the gospel is join and church building, and that's deception, you know. The real
on the surface
And my purpose is to do it like it ain't never been done
Always keep it real and remember where I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was
That we once were real friends
Let me get shorts off your red
Still with the Vishun
Smoking on the same chronic
While we both dealing with
These hoes
By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras
(To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do)
Phryme!
Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real
a refill
You rappers probably cop a plea before you real
I stack my commas cuz hanging out is a steep hill
Album after album they asking me for a sequel
they was peephole but we was equal
We were trappin', they were rappin'
That's why I fuck with Dolla, he was always snappin'
Started from
they was peephole but we was equal
We were trappin', they were rappin'
That's why I fuck with Dolla, he was always snappin'
Started from
drop shit
Love to the day one fans
Lost some people in the process
South By South West
Met with the Green Mitten boys
Told em we were going on tour
Let
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