, feel us, killas? Even though we still roll the Clair, playa haters better beware 'Cuz we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time
here, that's the name of the game It's the jungle in this bitch and ain't a damn thing changed Watch ya step [Hook] Let's get it on y'all, to the beat
What you'd find Its the moment that wont let you down Its your scream when you cant make a sound Its all you see with the tears rolling down Its what
there surrounded and lonely I don't care This is the first time you heard this song but then you know the rest But you see, I really do, I do?Don't let
your face as I let out a trill I'm in love with the music biz, hey sparrow don't you agree We'll find the dirtiest van we can, a rolling home for you
face as I let out a trill I'm in love with the music biz, hey sparrow don't you agree We'll find the dirtiest van we can, a rolling home for you and me
It's just my pocket's jingle I know you want You want keys, an' G's and all the iller things But slow your roll ma, 'cuz I fund a million things This time
Let's begin Asalaam alaikum, people of good will I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill To finally reveal the open-end chapter As real as
Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals
The time has come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each
has changed Why am I here? These mortal chains Of animal strains Causing this man to fear Why do we rock? ROCK! Why do we roll? ROLL! Why do we rock?
me eeny meeny miney mo catch an eskimo by his toe while he's tryna roll a snowball but don't make him lose his cool if he hollers better let him go yo
OPENS WITH PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN LAUGHING AT PICTURE UNTIL MISS BRIGGS WALKS IN THE ROOM. MISS BRIGGS: SHE IS RIGHT OUTSIDE. PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: YES, GOOD. LET
out now, word up, Son, shit is ill kid Knahmsayin'? Bein' that we livin' the motherfuckin' trife life Don't have another day right? It's only right Let
, roll 'em That's a roll 'em, I'll go solo, Squats a hoe so I'll go soon I can't give a fuck at times when I struck no luck But if I ever got jammed
bag of blow Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said Lay on your hands, let the Branson break
keep on playing saint You keep begging me to stop I ain't a good shot, baby But I'm on a roll You better get down, lady Someone's turning cold Now it's time
your roll quick Now matter fact back up, right now before I click, click What's this, told you to stop playing with me boy Hurry up girl let's go, you