a reporter strapped to a little recorder The warder having a order not to let me in, in order For me not to cause a slaughter Lyrically, I am flowing water Take it easy on
ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just
then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on
under the ground "Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round An' I will not carry myself down to die When I go to my grave my head will be high
time the Man who came and died a criminal's death. Shine your light, shine your light on me Shine your light, shine your light on me Shine your light, shine your light on
In death, you face life with a child and a wife Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls. You're a soldier of mercy, you're cold and you curse, "
So there is this woman and she was on an airplane, and she's flying to meet her fiance, sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth, and she
of a raindrop I watched you falling to your death And the sun, well, it could not save you From falling down to the streets all wet Body of water, toxic
(feat. Jim James) So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiance seaming high above the largest ocean on planet
raindrop I watched you falling to your death And the sun, well it could not save you It had fallen down too, now the streets are wet Body of water
water on 'em!) We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) Here we go! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Chirp on the check like Michael Jeffrey Even
high, Shit I aint even suppose to be here By the grace of god, The skin on my teeth And the hair on my nuts I skated by, Now y'all are on thin ice With
you see me on the street; I ain't givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me) Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when
be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high
... for instance, if the President (any one of them) went on TV and sat there with the flag in the background (or maybe a rustic scene on a little backdrop
like Moulin Rouge High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez Puerto Ricans with fat asses Blazed ducth masters, we dump ashes On models in S classes
