Lyrics:
I feel the pain
Ricochet
From my brain
All these thoughts
Hold my hand
Thru the flame’s
Let me guide you again
I’m ashamed
Can’t explain
Take
died for you all,
But resurrection's a bitch.
What do you do when a king walks in?
Do you get on your knees,
Or die on your feet?
Do you atone for your
never)
I was taught to ride for this, do some time for this
Slang some dope for this and if it came down I'd fuckin die for this
[silkk the shocker]
Nigga
die
Do ya do ya do ya do ya do ya
Do ya wanna die
We gon shut em down
Knock they heads around
Put em in the ground
Then we stomped around
Buy it by
that a
Guy might be able to excite me
The VIP is gonna DIE if it ain't ME (UH-OH)
I'm the best MC you see
Defeat you with deceitful evils
That'll leave
a ghetto, Jada
Heaven do got a ghetto, but I’m prayin’ for y’all
Remember everything I told you
When detained by the law
Remember every letter written
From
are spilling out
Up, up, we're going
In flames we're blowing up
Can you believe you made me question who the hell I am
Never again, never again
All by
heart will break
Who'll be the last to die for a mistake
The wise men were all fools
What to do
The sun sets in flames as the city burns
Why should I care about that
Never did
You stay animated
Ride or die, but see its too much dying in this cartoon
And they always do the living
Always
drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
to get the funds
Since I do this music just for fun and love for the culture it's become
Plus by sonning you rappers, I'm passing the history's roots down
{*car starts*}
Uhh, for the two g's, for the millennium
Do or die
[johnny p]
Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills
Chorus: johnny p + do
the dogs never die, yeah
Forty-two come alive, yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife
I'm allergic to cap
I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
pussy squirt
My b****** don't play no games my b****** they go to work
Whole place on Flame
Whole place lit up
OG skipman and y'all n***** know what's up
foreign
And a green card's on the way
This ain't got shit to do with shampoo, but watch your Head N Shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I
We keep goin' up in flames
There's nothing else that I can do, baby
'Cause we just keep goin' up, keep, keep goin' up
We keep goin' up in flames
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
100 p's he played the lane with me
Most of the time I ain’t even got change really
From the cloth
It’s T.O. Not Jefe I be Jefe my nigga
And Don’t you
the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced
won't do that
For a box of yayo dirt? Sunday, I'm in the T
But I should be in the church
Tryna pray and seek forgiveness
Cah I really put in work
My nigga
by yours truly
Fiend for that cheese, I ain't talking Ratatouille
We don't compare, boy you sing for the coochie
Bitch I'm hotter than a flame in
like how you move, keep doin yo' thang
[Chorus]
[Master P - fading out]
Do that dance [repeat 4X]
Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!
Do that dance [repeat 4X]
do some times
You're the only reason why
I don't wanna let love die
I
I don't wanna let love die
I don't wanna let love die
In the land of make
(When I feel on yo body babe), I say (ooh) hell yeah
Can I, re introduce myself for the city of the chi,west side ain't it mayne
Put some flame
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