Lyrics:
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Deflate fake heirs to the throne or the culture abolished//
unapologetic so I'm set ready to bomb shit/
74 inches of obsidian in progress //
A promise,
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Yall talking murder but when you pull there ain’t no blood bath
You should Not be dirty in (vain ) vein blood take a bath
One man million
I ball no
seen the fucking sheep
I can't sleep without you right next to me
My girl, My baby
My queen, My lady
I'm stuck here by your side, but you're nowhere near
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
miss potions
3 wheel motion
To the ocean
Then asleep dozed
Dozing, dozing, dozing
Gone by the big peach, sin city, & mx
Staying busy everyday working
gotcha
Race
Race
Check it
Three seats over there's a lady black
Entrusted to her care is a little white girl
And the fact of the matter is
When My Team Comes Through ft. MiAH (Prod. by Jacques Toni) lyrics -- From “My College Life Part 1: Lesson Learned” Album
MICHAEL DARIUS
your one night ho
But now I get paid cause Rick says so
[performed by Scotty Edge]
Blood is thicker than water, water's thinner than blood
We're playin'
serious? yeah I'm serious....what do you think? man that's the bosses
lady you're gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? fuck you man!....the
bosses
shot in the foot
Throw a couple at your knot like you playing shot put
Three-hundred rounds pop your hood, look like you were shot by an octopus
Book
Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go
[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
eyes, but never knowin' what I'm gon' do next
I'm like outlaws, we warrior thugs
Showin' 'em our blood
It don't mean 'cause I'm a lady that I can't have
gotcha
Race
Race
Check it
Three seats over there's a lady black
Entrusted to her care is a little white girl
And the fact of the matter is
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
of the Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Jealous niggaz
New York
We m4sh on them
We go m4sh on them
We gonn m4sh on them
It's two three four who this boy
Ladies show me love
Opps try ridicule us
End up
Three bullets
Six bullets
ct humankind's
cll guarded by the government's clutches
The masters pretend to close their eyes
Because “Lady Justice” is
Ladies and Gentlemen!
The satisfaction of status manufactured and captured by rapping through the microphone apparatus. Who's the baddest who's
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
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