to Naish, or pass it to Jung Or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin' tossed Fuck a hustler book, penthouse or black tale I got bitches sendin' my
Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks
herds who saw the murder my condolence to the martyr james bird jr. on towards adis-abbeba to the badme boarder area black on black wars from etheopia
in herds who saw the murder my condolenceto the martyr james bird jr. on towards adis-abbeba to the badme boarder area black on black wars from etheopia
niggas And pat Max in the back of the ax with black niggas Or Ricans with Doricans cause nigga I fit You see I'm half fuckin' black and motherfuckin'
waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings Take my advice, never wear air max
like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings Take my advice, never wear air max
' with the top back Bangin' Ne-Yo, my neck free yo, my Sox hat Tilted to the side like you know I get my grind on Get my shine on, Jewelry Black in all
phone rings in the house. MAX picks up the receiver.) MAX Yes? JOE Max, it's Mr. Gillis. I want you to do me a favor. MAX I'm sorry Mr. Gillis. I
other son like you ain't even his brother Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga Pose the violent threat immediately, black on you nigga Sky
Song by the band Max from their album Silence Running Away from the snow Runaway horses In place of the dawn some new shape is breaking. Jets to the
A song by a band called MAX from their album called "Silence Running" on which Sinead sings background vocals. ---------------------------------------
forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum, Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths Black
' 'em Feedback, mistaken, like Crazy Legs I be breakin, rap on my back, you caught the steam While you smoke crack, that song word P We know how to win
on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap I'm sick
She like, "It's early - what we gonna shop for?" How 'bout green grass breakfast, top floor Later on Fred C, or Max Fields Real playa like dress, good black