the show it's the after party Then after the party it's the hotel lobby And after the Belve' then it's probably Cris' And after the original it's probably
media I'm in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the u.s. bar code Now I'm on allah's road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos Where
fembots We bend blocks with big shots And kill your little homey like Kid Rock's I kid you not, kick rocks or kick box And like a one legged man in an
up the gates for me Reminisce sometime the night they took my friend Try to black it out but it plays again When it's real, feelin's hard to conceal
(c'mon, check it out) Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show I laced the track you locked the flow So far from hanging on the block of dough
Yo, yeah, yeah, T.S., T.S. Armageddon, Terror Squad It's my world (Uhh) It's my world (Uhh) What? Check this out, yo It's my life, it's my world, my
the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in The
you now I walk by tranquil lakes and streams As each new season's dawn awaits I lay awake at night with troubled dreams The enemy is at the gate Beneath
Went to the Pearly Gates, said, "I'm the hippest thing" And Peter said "Well son, we already got ourselves a king" He lived on southern deep-fried spam Killed on
'm goin' Heartache, that's where I've been Heaven, heartache Heaven, that's where I'm goin' Heartache, oh, that's where I've been Heaven, that's where
need a bad woman I need a super bad broad that's gone keep it coming It's time to hit it up, so she could eat it up She on the floor, she acting bad it's time to beat it up Because it's
writer's block but you stop 'cause the vine is empty Hip hop's not dead, it's really the mind of the Emcee It's all around me, it's Emcee Murdah, though
up the fare So Charming was the city with its profitable fair The inhabitants claimed it was the only heaven And said that only dreamers ever venture beyond its gates
one of a kind Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time On land, on air, on mics and on sea Let it all just be, good times on me It's California
much for any demon style to master me From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's
you stand the third house Right beside the one with the gate I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door *knock* Nigga this is the heaven
in fear We see it in their eyes [Chorus:] We're out, out of control Rockin' to hell And heaven's on fire We're out, out of control Rockin' to hell We
, stay behind The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate The whole Babylon, times up, move on Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes Opposed through the gate