i lead you Straight to the needle The barrel, the battle, the beetles will eat you Mama named Cita, I love You Cita Member when your pussy Second husband
the jail and freed the chief The tribe let out a roar The whites were drowned the browns and reds set free but sadly one thing more Some local yokel member
to the fuck Nas coalition Touch my dough I'm lettin .40 cals blow nigga Not cals with four legs But cals with more lead That add up more dead It's on
gone She left her answering machine on The greeting left spoken sincere Messages no one will ever hear 10,000 messages a day a million more transmissions lay Dead
[Andre Benjamin] Never has ev-ery member in one crew been so diverse Tryin to outdo the last verse that I birthed, that is my curse Your knight in rhyming
not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune!" FIRMIN (reading his letter) "Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera: some chorus-members must be
major budget But I'm the nigga made you love Now you wanna change the subject I ain't sweating that animosity I'm deading that Instead of rap imma smack you dead
that's where you get your big trial I wonder why we cannot give love a bly You have no pity for the flesh none for you and you a cry, 'member (chorus
your own agenda Give up the great pretender With baby eyes of green Wake up you're holding on to nothing You know you're only bluffing As dead as autumn
I wake up on broken glass But you left your number All the members of the cast Reckon I was lumbered Did you steal it Did you screw me Did you peel it
ah jail bwoy, what yuh gonna do Mi light up mi weed and seh [Chorus:] Squaddy mi nah stop bun my ganja So come put on di handcuff dem Memba' mi must
notnice! Dem ah try hard fi see me dead Why yuh want fi see my blood shedd, Rumor you make up like bed Mix me up with woman and I go dead Why yuh love
, You say You love to feel naked batty pon she Freak-dread you want a fuck-shot (member dat) A long him fi dead, now you say Back it up, jack it up big
ah jail bwoy, wat yuh gonna do Mi light up mi weed and say Chorus Squaddy mi nah stop bun my ganja So come put on di handcuff dem Member' mi must get
him all these years I hug his ass in court Always saying I'm coming to get you and I be waiting to Holiday and birthday presents was never coming through 'Member
these years I hug his ass in court Always saying I'm coming to get you and I be waiting to Holiday and birthday presents was never coming through 'Member
on strength, leave dead weight and carry on they covet but can not obtain so in the face of opposition for pleasures their fighting in vain a war in members
they didn't teach me to dress formal, and my mum was a taxi driver, and my daddy was a street fighter, I wake up findin mommy dead, doin nothin but layin