didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his
my music, ain't nothing for him to say Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face Drop
his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks My whole team
tha corinor With a tab placed on your toe I can lock the whole town If I break tha shit down But it might b snow So I'm sellin shit whole I can lock
tha corinor With a tab placed on your toe I can lock the whole town If I break tha shit down But it might be slow So I'm sellin shit whole I can lock
man and his god will limit your life lock the gate Now the elements are at peace Come the reddening, gaze upon the sky Seven planets, silver and gold
we've been Our only hope's your victory Kill that Satan who won't let us be--kill! You're the Keeper of the Seven Keys That lock up the seven seas And
've been our only hope's your victory kill that satan who won't let us be--kill! [Chorus:] You're the keeper of the seven keys that lock up the seven
we've been our only hope's your victory kill that satan who won't let us be - kill! You re the keeper of the seven keys that lock up the seven seas
by the presence of the moon Night time has fallen she'll be comin' home soon Leave the door wide open, ah, so she won't need a key Lock it behind you
lookin like he mad at me (what) wit'cho name on his neck Here we go with mo' drama in the projects Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker? You better take his
Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo, well I'm gold now Memph Man Coming Of Age and
do all the things your man won't do Tell me what kind of man Would treat his woman so cold Treat you like you're nothin' When you're worth more than gold
fire in the Belt of Hercules Well the man in the collar says come to the fold Bible in his hand tassle of gold Says heaven could be locked but he's got
(Steve Walsh / Dave Hope) I've got books that say the good man's golden And more that say the bad will fall, So many men have drowned in evil, and left
the things things) Aw th-, they said he wasn't tall enough? (all, all, all the glitter in that gold) Yeah me we gon' cook this up (now gold is not a