Lyrics:
And murder, we're virtually unheard of
With front doors, were always left unlocked
A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams
Boy...
[GZA]
Nigga front then we get at duke
Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
Cut you like a cantaloupe
Like Iverson the truth and the answer
I'm
a blunt of that new
Dead homie while sippin' purple maple
223, I let some shots off grandma front porch
Life in prison in my backyard
With thе graveyard
heart to bit's
Let's see if the puzzle fit's so fine
And that's when I'll discover
That revenge is sweet
As I sit there applauding
From a front-row seat
I know you love it
I know you tryin' not listen to me, yeah, but I know you love it
I know you can't resist the temptations put in front of you, uh
You can ride in the front
Ride in the back
Or someplace in between
You can say what you mean
But not mean what you say
And wonder if it's all
killers on the side of me (the side), the back and the front (front)
Them niggas that be around me (yeah), they ain't around for nothin' (nah, gang)
Brand
less
How do I know
The way I'm gonna go
Well, I follow the lights
In front of your eyes
Innocence and lies
How is it so
Yeah, how do I know
That don't mean a damn to me
'Cause all I see
Is what's in front of me
And thats you
Well, I've been dragged all over the place
I've taken hits
Gal dem want a top class rider
Time nuh waan nutten fi dem clyde a
Dem want it front way back way side a
Tell dem friend, dem friend dem nearly
do
Standing there in front of you
I want to honest
I want to be true
I like to walk
And my way is my own
You taught me how
Don't you know
le front
Le coeur qui fait front comme mon père le fit
L'Nez collé à l'envie, j'ai fais ce qui fallait
J'te le dis en face, see'était ca ou m'affolé
man to his wife's front door
Yes, yes I got juiced last night and I took
my man to his wife's front door
She was a 45-packin' mama, and I ain't goin'
act so dirty
They keep themselves so clean
Why can't they find the answers to
The questions that are right in front of me
I'm so high I'm never
on the front seat
Fuck with me and I'mma set you free nigga
Pop my trunk check out my funk
Nothing but pumps,
Leave that ass smelling like raw conch
You
wasn't needed here anytime soon
I had to get your name number information
because certain body parts had inflimation
in fact from the front and the back
to a big city
Mo' flow, when the time's no snow, big front yards
To backyards, with the porches, lemonade
To the pine tree shade
Trunk gangsta fade,
It takes more, it takes more
It takes more
And now that I'm willing to beg
Now it stands right in front of me
Dig this dirt out from under my
I'm all made of hinges, and everything bends
From the top of my head way down to my ends
I'm hinges in front, and I'm hinges in back
If I didn't
we go while I check the scene
With the Portuguese lover at the age of fourteen (tell 'em)
The same age, front page, no fuss
But I bet you all your
listen here (uh, come on)
Dres, D-R-E-S, yes I guess I can start
If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here joint apart
Back, Middle, to the front
on the front
You'll listen to my heart goin' bumpity bump
I need you baby and it ain't no lie
Oh, without your lovin' I'd surely die
Hey Mona
Ooh Mona
And I'ma let you know, that this way
You just don't cut with the artificial flow
Neek the Exotic breaks backs and necks
When fakes try to front, they
for the united front
One thought for a new situation
When it gets so it cannot walk
Can't stand up or even talk
Like a secret you cannot hide
It
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