and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And
the glass shorty Wiggle somethin' and get to showin' a little ass for me (Bling!) Now lets get on and open smokin' and blast for thee Niggas will really want it and
bitch, I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half theif and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their Jag jacked And
a gunfight with a knife to kill you And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue I'll hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles And
s born loser, half thief and half black bring you're boys and you're guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rapper and their Jag's jacked and find
, the grass so green the rank and file and the navy blue the deep and strong, the straight and true the blue line they got the given sign the belts and
passage into Paris *Clopin* But a trap had been laid for the gypsies and the gazed up in fear and alarm at a figure whose clutches were iron as much
I touch and all I see... There's a iron smell of blood in the air, and now I see it everywhere... I've been waiting for someone to find me and become
, see mi a go get di good caress And mi pick yuh in di good test (Yep!) yuh possess di goodyness Now I know how yuh been takin only less And I hear mi
I can't control this flesh and blood That's wrapped around my bones It moves beneath me like a river Into the great unknown I stepped onto the moving
me I've spent too long in the belly of the beast And now I shall be free Duet with Luciano Pavarotti: I can't control this flesh and blood That's
every hour With the souls of the heroes Whose blood lies on the flowers And this heaven is the home Of every man who loves his sword And he uses it
new hand pentagram Or the fact that he fucks Iron City girls, no condom, on the rag Just so you know The next time your sucking dick Your tasting the blood
stood and stared And didn't even care And the morning had died The millions knew that there was no lie Temple was built and the worshiping showed Made of iron and
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair A tiny light from a window
Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses at night" And my ponage with martial encourage Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage And