Ah ah aha you shine down upon me Aha aha aha Sidii hogasha roobka aha aha aha you shine down upon me By some higher order you keep getting bolder? By god or by country you kill
Ay sexy lemme be tell your boyfriend wait cheat I heard he mc's is that true, what's his name? Fuck all these other funny guys der gassed I can make a killer
their guns They're getting ready but the Russian tanks are mowing them down They're getting ready There's children in Africa with tommy guns Getting
nightmares I can't wait to sleep Enjoying all my dreams got no regrets I can be a flash of lightning Striking down on rocks Burning down the law Getting
! Fuck off! I'm getting in the count down y Marry Marry Kiss me Marry Why do you have to be ripe? y Give me Give me Give me rainy dreams 'Til they kill
(feat. Lil' Flip & Big Shasta) [talking:] Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga We talking bout lovely days, getting paid Puffing on that haze, g'
we play And they down to shake that ass, when a real nigga say [Mussilini:] Gangstas, G's How many of us have niggaz, that's down in the streets From
add up, niggas wanna agg' up Uncock the gun lil' nigga, put the mask up I ain't killing no mo', I gots to find another way I got people locked down, ain
, we thoed I'ma swell y'all (*talking*) Well swell em up then Fuck these old PH bastard ass niggas Talking down on us, bet y'all can't walk down on us
God Over the Devil, from all that holy chin checking I'm trying to be down with you, I hope you can feel me I don't love head busting, but niggaz be trying to kill
down (going down) they know it's going down (going down) yeeah See these H-Town playas know it's going down (going down) going down (going down) yaaay
t hate me, hate the game Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, swanging thangs Playa don't hate me, hate the game Cause you see me coming down
[Lyrical 187] I'm having a hard time, getting a grasp on reality Without that weed or mad at me, for shit I did before I reached my 20's If I knew then
cause the battle has begun You niggaz ain't heard yet, them boys on shine Got the do-do in the limo, sitting behind eight mile We put it down down here
them lines So when I'm saying so you getting bumped off this time Fuck a throw away, I'm looking for the gun in your house To kill your family for some
ready to plack something Big heads, screwdrivers, spark plugs to break the glass Hold my bases of selling dope, anything to get that cash I was getting
song with Ro, but none Of these niggas want to get down on a couple of zones with Ro Fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it's getting crucial I
of mine is killing me Straight from a Christian, to a heartless killa Innocent child raised by the guerillas Military minded, plus I'm starving for scrilla Affiliated with killas