why Don't you hate that feeling When you know something's not right You can't put a finger on it But you know someday you might Well that's the story
Here's to you Hey, hey, here's to you, Till the last bullet's fired Welcome, sweet needles of success Here's to you, You got to shoot, not to sing Welcome
he still got smoked at Bebe's party But you're not the first or the last You're nothin but a short story from the past You're dead now, not number one
the canyons of your minds (POO-AAH!) "ETHELL, wanna get a cuppa cawfee?" (Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's!) "Ahhh! there's
rider, please pass by All you men who should have been Your fathers beat you down Your mothers loved you badly Your teachers stole your crowns And the wars you
me Doin' three to five hard labor, for armed robbery I had two years behind, but I could not wait the time Everytime I thought about it, well I died
ever last the night So build a wall, behind it crawl And hide until it's light So can't you hear your babies crying now? Mama, they try and break me
cash There's really no way of predicting If it will fly or it will crash But that's the nature of politics That's the name of the game That's how it
fucking one Son of a b**** Hold it!! Respect to your mama Coz it is you who's the bitch Poor little thing, here you have my rhyme and my contracts You
Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed his white Opel And it killed his wife and his three year
to me if you think that you're ready to Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right through This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me Without
' Keepers of the flames, do you feel your names? Can't you hear your baby's crying? Mama, they try and break me Still they try and break me S'cuse me
the ones in a class of zeros Hip hop's not dead, it was on vacation We back, we bask in the confrontation You can ask me, have any conversation You
