Lyrics:
electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I
plater
With your body you be lookin like costanza
Answer
Taking me for ransom
God I’m feeling Handsome
Yea you know that it’s true I need you baby
Please
and
Put these head phones on your ears"
I was converted then
And practiced it for years
Rap music, like Jazz, Funk and R&B
Blues Reggae Rock n' Roll,
Yeah
Its your boy, enice.
Yeah this one for the soldiers
Big up yourself.
All ma nigergs out hear trynu shine
We ain't trying to fuss ant trying
the morning
Just to prove I could fight by your side
How many times can I tell you I'm sorry
How many times can I tell you you're right
We'll be dead
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy
Mmm..
'cause you are magic boy
cnd in this fight I don't wanna be
I finally found power in me
Now I am more, everyone can see, I'm a winner
'cause I'm
You're in a privileged position to
Learn a thing or two
You got the right to wear something tight
And have the time of your life
Come bounce with
Black boy black boy
They tally up the kills
And they do it for a thrill
But they say it ain't real
Black boy black boy
He standin' right there
Got
gonna kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what?
For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
uh, uh)
I met this chick and she just moved right up the block from me and uh
She got the hots for me, the finest thing my hood done seen
But oh,
love right
(Sorry got the wrong boy, so sorry girl mehn you got the wrong boy)
I just hope you don’t get frostbite
(Cause fight ,cause fight ,cause
Brooklyn
By JFK Airport
The Beastie Boys and The Notorious
I got the collection
Where I learned rapping
I'm wishing I could skate the Dog Bowl
Back in
fights
One might, say that i’m a little conceited
Plastic bags on my feet
To keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah
In high school I was hated
By my
money all Counterfeit
I'm counting hunnits, that's right by The bundles bitch
Dough boy, dough boy, dough boy
How you get all of that dough boy
Dough boy
uh, uh)
I met this chick and she just moved right up the block from me and uh
She got the hots for me, the finest thing my hood done seen
But oh,
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
on the trigger
My mother's always stressin' I ain't living right
But I ain't goin' out without a fight
See, every time my eyes close
I start sweating and blood
on the trigger
My mother's always stressin' I ain't living right
But I ain't goin' out without a fight
See, every time my eyes close
I start sweating and blood
Where my dogs at? (right here)
You see them niggas? (Right where?)
Dead 'em, boys (right there)
That's how we do (Alright, then)
Yeah, this is for my
I’m right there by your side
In me, you can confide
Your light, I’ll be your guide
I am such a good boy
Your guy, your ride or die
Denied, but still
am the one (Oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son
(Hee hee hee, no no no, hee hee hee) hoo!
Rock with You
Your butt is mine, gonna tell you right, ah
you'll ever know boy it's for sure
You can always count on my love
Forever more yeah
East coast, sunny ya shakin' right
Down south, funny ya your bouncin'
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