home the soldier boy from (Far away, far away) No angel of mercy just a need to destroy (Fire away, fire away) Let's toast the hero with blood in his
soldier boy from (Far away, far away) No angel of mercy just a need to destroy (Fire away, fire away) Let's toast the hero with blood in his eyes
. *Clopin* Four frightened gypsies slipped silently under the docks near Notre Dame *boatman* Four gilders for safe passage into Paris *Clopin* But a trap had been laid for
the DJ Khaled Khaled Khaled I do this for the projects! I got the Mothafuckin Gutta on this track I got the projects on this one! [Rock City:] You have
City To Citymy Niggas Is Gritty And Ol Boy Reppin That Bone Thug Mo Thug Thugline Hit Em With One Rhyme They Be Like Oh Boy(Oh Boy) Now Most Of The
Boy, When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy See My Dreads Hanging Like A Like A Roska Boy, My Rosta An
t need no light And no where word don't need no mic Niggas like yeah watch you get for show Some say yeah I used to get for the blow Sit em on the row
tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out Chorus [Hittman] Naw hoe is short for honey
my peer's lane Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes an the sheers change An show me the city that I without
worst thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy i got more bricks than that city do with jersey
store, Buss know That all I know is [Chorus] [Fabolous:] I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on for my city, I ain't
A couple red tops while the feds watchin Infiltrate get a head shot Compton is the city of God My block originators I said blood one on a Dr. Dre track
Nate Dogg) [Common] Yeah yeah whattup doe this Common right here Look, my nigga Game, you know how we rotate Chicago, to Compton Gangbangin the revolution boy
my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for
Intro: Keyshia Cole] Eyyy-yeaa... (Oh yeah) Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah... Heeeey, yeah... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags and Benjis spreaded through the city
talkin, is he from Cali? is he from Queens? do he ghost for P. Diddy, can he write me a sixteen? did he take 5 shots? is he a blood or a crip? ride
wanna be me Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me gee [Verse 20: Slim Thug] Its one blood if you blood or cuz From that number