Hello and good day, dear how do you do this to me? over and over tell me your secrets tell me the truth i'm drowning hello and good day, dear how do
Frenchie] [Intro & Chorus:] GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get
I *censored* You better hide nigga *censored* is near And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had
Pac] Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy
we did it, go [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon) The heaters in the two-seaters, with two
remember when I was just a little niggero Rollin' through the hood with my pops I watched him kill a ho Boom (Boom!) was the sound Of the nine when they kill
Two A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy! Brand Nubian nigga
metal) Still played so I'm still a toy You still afraid so I'm still a boy (something for you haters) But as my soul this (something for you haters)
are niggas always crossing over, huh?) (I mean, what's the matter?) (They can accept our music as long as they can't see our faces?) (One, Two, One Two
Begging to people, never good for your health, Free! Don't have to kill no-one or have to steal, From no-one, in life, Ain't nothin' to make a change or two
gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal [Verse 3] One brick, two brick The boy moving
ho Hey ho Hey ho Hey ho M-U-R-DER You are. Girl You're Murder Boy You're Murder M-U-R-DER You are. Girl You're Murder Boy You're Murder That Girl
you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Check On the two Jew-el
the real press. Yoko: yes, amazing. John: amazing. They're just as tough as the real press. Very sexy. It's a boy, it's a boy. Questioner: why are
Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
