Lyrics:
light up ya house
Ima Chase me a band
And I’m talking bout now
Ion care about niggas
Should know that by now
I’m bussin these verbs
And I’m mixing
Crack a cigar, put a safe in it (Smokin')
Ransack your momma house
It's just a safe in it g-ride in the hood
Listen to Blakk Tape in it (Uh, huh)
Fifth
would have too, if you'd been there; it was a figure I'd glimpsed in a car park as a child; an expression crossing the face of a stranger late one night
Through trials and tribulations
In seek of liberation
Na na na na na no
Dem say no guns no war
But if they bring war we got the guns
The misconception is in
Come on! Come on! Uh!
That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house, lemme hear that shit
Na'mean? Uh! Bout to slay those fuckin tracks
Here
began to stamp their feet
And the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew
The beetles were baffled, by the state of bondage
Showin love like Pocahontas savin John Smith
Convinced by the truth of the past, since the body splash
Used
The salad bar at the Miramar
Is deader than your vegan shoes
They're running low at the blood bank
Of everything but Royal Blue
At the House
Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal
results are
Hard to come by in frustration
Or in fear of capitulation
There is meaning in being forward
I'll deliver all your vegetables
With a cherry right
Transcribed by patrick and nicola
[sarah:]
"I am tired and I'm bored,", he said. /
"and I've got kinks in my bed. /
This work, how I hate it, I'd
out the ride
Got a loaded .45 inside
That I keep for protection when I'm riding by
My Smith & Wesson got a scope too
And I may have caught a body
her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my
Know some old friends I can't trust now
Talkin that cash in my vo-cal
Don't need a rev this not runs house
I hit the slab then I dumb out
Turn up
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
rollin through the hood in a Lexus (is that what you do)
Perfection is the way that I gets really wicked
Dove Shack in the house muthafucka come to kick it
rado
Got a cock like a cactus
Now I fuck whores by the scores up ten fold on any fellow
In any town I can be found at the local bordello
Never
Mike Tyson fought Ali in his prime?
What if Will Smith got gangsta, and start cursin' rhymes?
What if Erick never met Parrish?
Think they'd be makin'
ain't hear your mouth
When I pulled up in the newest
Benz to your granny house
Upgrade your whole lifestyle
You in a bigger house with a bigger bag
You
a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house
Giving your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane
in ya house missin'
I'm in ya spouse kitchen, makin' other figures
With dick in her mouth, like Killa, "I'm gettin' money nigga"
Hook
Verse 3
J.R.
a life out of myself
So i dipped from my house and i went on the run
Play by the rules and i die by the gun
Threw lots of parties and i had lots of fun
friend,
The 40 cal don’t work,
It need a firepen,
Grab the AK and spray,
Like we surprisin dem,
I’m a gentleman,
This disguise I’m in,
Got these niggas
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