Yeah, I can see the road to ruin and I'm lookin' for some action I got my finger on the trigger and a match to the fuse I'll make someone an offer that
Seize the pipe, offer your life, inhale this obsession. Filling the lungs of minorities youth, coincidental connection? The sickness spreading, into their
what, yo? I'm-a rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no more Burn 'til I can't burn no more Shine 'til there's no shine no more 'Til the earth can't turn no more
59 Imma rhyme til I can't rhyme no more Burn til I can't burn no more Shine til there's no shine no more Til the earth can't turn no more Until I'm 5'
a press 100, 000 and sell each and every copy From a Jalopy to a Jag No more doing bad Who go carry all the money I can't fit in my pants We eat offer
The news had come out in the First World War The bloody Red Baron was flying once more The Allied command ignored all of its men And called on Snoopy
more,till the soil some more Bare war ah gwan and the ghetto youths poor Till it some more,rainshower me say pour
: Joe Budden] I'm on the grind, hit Harlem shake me (?) I ain't gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers Low finger on the triggers, all
vaults in ancient Ur, should Hildebrandt allow me another visit. Yes... Giza, Karnak, Thebes... I see them now once more! In the grip of a waking dream
the thugs that grind (All the way) [Verse 4: Bizzy] They tellin me I was the one that was shoot up And neva got 50/50 then we fillin em Offer the rhythm
it) It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride {Kurupt} On and on and on it's more strange Time to heat, shootin range Quick
I can see the road to ruin and I'm lookin' for some action I got my finger on the trigger and a match to the fuse I'll make someone an offer that's
Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer
and just stuck me for my shit man (what?) yeah dawg (man fuck them hoes dawg I'm on my way over there don't talk no more we on these hotlines) aight (
Yeah I can see the road to ruin and I'm lookin' for some action I got my finger on the trigger and a match to the fuse I'll make someone an offer that
me out, I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I didn't eat, I couldn't take it no more Saw my teacher