more news from nowhere it's getting strange in here and it gets stranger every year more news from nowhere more news from nowhere then a black girl with no clothes on danced
it's time) It's time to ride, ride.... [Verse One: Black Thought] Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement I fill the quills with it let it spill on
Kev tha Hustla) Yea Gettin more scrill, deal or no deal uh Yea, chubby bags Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh [VERSE 1] On, and on, and on, and on and
what you're sayin') So come on girl come on girl come on Let's Let's Let's Get it on I'm dyin' to get out on the floor I waited long enough; I can
lever Some beats are great, this beat is greater And some are straight, this one is straighter So get on the floor and forget ya stance And cruise to the beat that makes you dance
nine out Right up in the club I'll put you to death And while the guns still smokin I'm a dance on your chest The prince of the party pushing with the power Dance
love tha crypt but that don't mean i won't bitch smack that lip we got full blood people ? welcome to the greatest show on earth Chorus: (everyone come
wife But then by and by it all went wrong I fell washed up on a shore She stared down at me from up in the storm And I sopped up on the floor For more
Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bungalow with some strange new friends Stay up too late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it's
On the first floor On the first floor On the first floor there's a young girl reeling Her body's numb and without feeling As illusions dance on the midnight
criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggas like this have never been equal I dont project my insecurities on other people
while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on
to tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? 'Cause it's your blood Murder
Festival And dance before the Prince?! [NARRATOR] All three were beautiful of face, but vile and balck of heart. Jack, on the other hand, had no father
Who the fucks need ice inside of burning alcohol I reach in my pockets to tip the whore But I'm clumsy, my change start falling on the floor I play macho
to make me a man I played twista wit you spilt bellvie on you Kept you smoked out cuz you had a belly on you Now nelly on you other rappers at ya With