in league with Satan And you know There can't be no debating My hell-bound trail I was born with a tail I'm on a hell-bound trail Born with a tail,
inocent to grieve judgment The country was combusing with life like a long hybernatin volcano With a long tale of succes like j-lo farmers, fishers, fighters, Even fools had a
this fence Please them till they?re Blind with cleft lens What have you brought for my appetite? I?ll never perish With the albino horns Of a thousand young born
never ache unless she's nearby where is your face in a safe of dead tongues i can see your reflection in your totem first born i suspect you've been carrying a
it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac] She was .. Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls A
I was made to love her) I was born in Little Rock Had a childhood sweetheart We were always hand in han-an-an-an-and I wore high-top shoes and shirt-tails
into the sky. And these beings got out of them, and they walked like a man but they had reptilian features. They had snake-like eyes, a tail, and, uh
Amsterdam There's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries In a drunken town fight In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who's born On a
joint is regulated leavin' minds comatoast Overdose so fuck around lay around if you wanna [T-Man:] And I'm smokin' fat blunts in the corner (word born word born) Fuck around and you a
'll always find another Two rooms at the end of the world Well we've both ridden the wagon bit the tail off the dragon Borne our swords like steel knights
thing planned There must have been a hundred If we make a stand I think we'll be outnumbered If I'd had the chance Then I could understand Why I'm a juvenile
the village and our caravan began Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky. He ran beside the buffalo-wrestled with the lions Every day a saturday, a
to be HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE Pop pop niggas ain't even they spinnin I made a make dollars So it have to make sense I'm born out liquor I'm a dead president
a pack on his back Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack He can haul a scow along a canal, run a cow around a
with my blues on Mad as hell But i'm out and getting more pussy than dykes in the dark I smoke with DMX And I crank with Linkin Park I drive a stock
from a family of middle class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so alone You know the same old tail of a broken
