put it on the block and couldn't flip it Who the fuck gon' buy it? The Roc won't drop it Maybe if I put up "For Sale" sign, somebody cop it State penitentiary
a letter Just let a fella think what it wouldn't make him remember that When I'm in the buildin it's cool for you to rest in Remember I'm too hot to touch
A LETTER JUST LET A FELLA THINK WHAT IT WOULDN'T MAKE HIM REMEMBER THAT When I'm in the buildin it's cool for you to rest in Remember I'm too hot to touch
I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver
never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the
We were up here last night. Now for us . . . FZ: Last night? Patrolman Lefemine: Yes. FZ: I wasn't here last night. Patrolman Lefemine: For us to continually
can only battle us, when they pass our introspection Neglection, is the sole reason for this fake fate When the quality of life depends on board rate And E
icky ya ya icky icky ya ya This aint no blair witch beware bitch Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick remember me the V I C E well heres
(feat. J-Hill, Proof) [Verse 1: J-Hill] (One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real Roll wit a couple niggaz, like Dave Seville Cause niggaz-a, clean
fix et tempel trop d'age qui de moi meme on etait seul pourtant on foutait l'sbeule on etait 8 avec nos couilles nos lyrics et nos blagues la 1ere bombe explose
old sloans Explosive head bullets, black hooded Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For
up, put it on the block and couldn't flip Who the fuck gon' buy it? The Roc won't drop it Maybe if I put up "For Sale" sign, somebody cop it State penitentiary
The bodies of millions pile atop The splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own
Damn! B-E-3 GO! International rap For the leader of the rat pack Who's back for more Back back back He's equipped with gats And more artillery than
hour we kill a hostage We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper bitches for askin for
mc's by they lyrical fitness And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
me M-O-N-O-X-I-D to the E And it really don't matter what you think of me I'm up in this bitch for free Hanging with family And all I keep thinking is
