public society Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me Fuck it I'm driving, I'm puffing high as can be I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm bugging my
. Pop, pop, your heart just stops, stops When I just cock, cock, My gun cause I shoot for Fun that's how the west was won. I sell an ounce and Then I
certain rhythmic regularity The crazy things your mind gets up to when you're away Throwing clouds of rain over brightest day And there was once a little man
blood The madness beats my art In the stage my baton cuts the air, I am, In a world I never made, a man Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla
melody play and then the record suggest That I'm droppin' bombs but I stay peace and calm Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm And I'll break, when I'm through breakin', I
air all the smoke from the swisha is blown Ahh.. I?m grown I?m grown I?m living in this elevator zone alone I?m up so high I?m never coming down and
her Smooth is the way I act And like jackpot I'm a playboy mac Back to the first night it was Hennesy And on the second it was just you and me On the
perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistake back in the eighteen hundreds, I was burned at the stake (I am the wordsmith) metaphor mephastopales, degrees i
Chino! It's Tina! I missed you!! He he he ... um, Just wanted to say hello... =I love you... you know I love you, right? You know I love you... (Chino
meat, face in the bars of a regular cell when he woke up high in collectible hell, boom town kid who was taught by the binge that a man who expire with
-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S j.d. - i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the
my diamonds doin jumpin jacks my pockets gettin fat (gettin fat) I'm gettin fat (gettin fat) obese (obese) I won't stop man I just keep eatin (keep eatin
I'm Serious, like Steady B I dip a Cadillac like Freddy B I talk to these ladies like Schooly D Cause I can't have these ladies foolin' me I'm bumpin
I was there when you was hooked on weed I gave you dough, mo dough You don't know to supply your need What's it gon' be (uh) I was there I was the air
, Oh! trampled underfoot, I'm fred astaire, I face the music and dance. I'm not me.... I'm not me.... I'm not me.... not me.... No I'm not myself....
the ticket, big ones But, I think I'll just give you one violin My darling, I loved you so My darling, I loved you so 'Cause I loved you with a passion
You remind a little of a man You even resemble his picture Oh violins will playing On your grave I saw your crying I caught you lieing I know you cheated
grow another one" Just you must know Your guy is not so wise To grow behind your violin Take your eyes to this massacre Was it your dream? This story