in lies... we're still holding on, now we're trying to dig ourselves out, we've only just begun... when something really happens we'll be the last to know
necks in lies... we're still holding on, now we're trying to dig ourselves out, we've only just begun... when something really happens we'll be the last to know
h, worldwide mash, Westside Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain The question we ask, do you know what time it is? Hold it down, hold it down You know
I dont know what that means I'ma pimp. [Chorus: (x2)] Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know
like to socialize? - Yeah - Well that's no surprise Plus it's somethin that a lunatic mostly denies Chill, whatchu tryin to say, that I'm about to explode? My last
in peace") And now everybody's checkin for my posthumous release [scratched twice: RZA] "Death is a final step!" [Jadakiss] "You know dead rappers get better promotion" "Death
up [Dave] Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20 The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Life, yo he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop
play your ripley's Or believe it or not I shoot gift like heron With skills of gil-scott Nights like sir lancelot can get heated Prescribin' your vibe, love, I know
, Plug One, Plug Two Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two [DOVE:] Dazed at the sight of a method Dying at the death of a neverending verse Gasping and swallowing every last
Born in the flood bloody fingerpaint sets blackmarketed fresh water canons forget me not epitaph airbrush with death white tee's wife beaters button up
whistle, we 'bout to set it! You know what I mean? Yo! You know the flavor! You know what I mean?! Yo man! You know what I'm saying?! Good Times, J.J.... [
, coolin' it Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think? hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one
on a Haitian, three-hundred g's Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin
