Lyrics:
throttle in the scripture till I red line
My head wise, my quotes got two bookers by a landslide
Landmine walking in that folly tryna plan crimes
Rocking you
Men who know what it means to be looked up to by a griny faced kid
Men who want to sign autograph books and not deal under the table
Men who are
lost
I try to keep it together, never felt this way
We spent 'bout two weeks together, only skipped one day
And they say, "bros over hoes," I'm like,
international
Lead us to a Championship you a natural
Top boyz sound watch out
Top 2 not 2
It's time to tango boss moves
I break rules and break ankles
Can't lose
den, pass by haters like light wind
Get it in blood like mosquitoes on light skin
Aight den, I run with a clique of hype men
Trained to go and always
don't move around, then they gon' kill me in my home
The ones you known to be around not on my side
I don't fuck with niggas, never did, why would I
must b gettin around,
Caught me by surprise, thought we wuda walked the isle
Caught another sign, libra need delete my file
Made my way 2 ro, not 2 c V
had to shower twice
How ironic it would, be some fight that
Turned into a homicide that'll alter their life
See Mike at thirty-two was still
your souls free
Call up the night, you never stood a chance
Dance with the Devil, two hands on the metal
Two vans in the shadow, one man in the battle
her strikes must be swift
Determined to never be caged again
Beneath the moon, wailed in its light
Shefali watched her train, simply entranced
The way
round you has gotta be true
Or you never make it past stage two
Listen, when you get the real true power, You know
People will feel you, Wherever you go
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don't say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got
Treat it like a Doc, by some real G'z
Win City Boyz, dawg, this so easy, does it
Gold watch on my wrist
Gold chain on my neck
I get M.O.N.E.Y and respect
recaptured, and two of them were later executed for their crimes.
In 1946, six prisoners attempted to escape by digging a tunnel from the prison's laundry
the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs, land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
A POEM FOR EVERY GAY. BLACK. FEMININE. MALE. Here’s our story...
On Nov. 2n d,
14-year-old Giovanni Melton was killed by his father Because he was
scarred or maybe I could get a woman
Or maybe I could stick her
Inside a 425 degree oven
And you would never realize but eventually
I need it to be
I'm
and starts to invent
All about some Saigon correspondent
'Til the carbine fell silent and spent
I never knew it could be so eloquent
Next week there'll
a woman be more like a man?
PICKERING
Hmm?
HIGGINS
Yes...
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;
Eternally
Softening your lovely windblown face
Would you even dare to try again?
There'll be days you'll wish you'd stayed
Somewhere else, far away from the storms
But
when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll
You fear what you know
You fear what you don't
You fear your fears are never gonna leave you alone
Recognize there'll always be another reason
of redemptive violence ain't taught us much.
We mask it with a banner, of 'In God We Trust'
Never stopping to ask what would it be like if it were us
Truthfully
ownership and the 2nd amendment. There really is a double standard and the double standard is defined by race.
It's NIC McG and MISSISSIPPI; two paranoid
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