to death, even more were buried alive On the Richter scale it measured 8.2 And I said, "God, please answer me one question..." "Why'd they have to interrupt
It was just the other day When we went to joe's cafe Just to order up a couple steaks to eat But we noticed something wrong All the worcestershire was
me, you?d be yuckin? duckin? up and down What? These niggaz know they can't fuck around What? You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you?d
trips 'cuz out in Houston it's hotta Throw in that Al Green and juice the Impala Lay my jewels on my collar You had me feelin' like a fool when I holla'd
on some other shit like how you roll a cunt Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee Then I'll be back for me, I'm sure, like Al B Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds
You say how can I make these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably throw me straight to
everything up, 'specially the ones who be hatin' They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do
Che dava al nostro gruppo qualcosa di piA? Enrico che suona, sua moglie fa il coro Giovanni come sempre ascolta stonato com'A? Canzoni d'amore che fanno
mind your funky ass will follow Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda shallow Get up to get down, I said I'd rather be with you George
of days Damn raza we've got to change those evil ways Though soy chignon carbon Like Al Capone always holding my own Walking alone in the S-D anger zone
zone MC's get eaten like the ozone layer Hey ya, I'm not a playa I'm a teacher But if I wanted your girl You'd be Living Single like Latifah Action Uptown
G like everybody knows (As a young nigga) He's always G'd up, from head to toe (My memories as a young nigga) Always got it blown like Al Capone (Young
say Now how devestating can an MC be? My name is Darryl, but you can call me d, hit it Run Run, Run, Run, Run I was born Son of Byford, brother of Al
South Miami Wedwood Highlear, Little Haiti, Little Bana South Miami Heights, P-Rhymes Dade County, let it do what it do [DJ Khaled] Rest in peace to Uncle Al
doin' fine Heard you told him, yes baby That you'd love him till the end of time Well you know, that's the same thing That you told me Well, it seems like just the other
want you more Than the stars in the sky Or a mountain bike Or a bit more Than al lift When i'm ages thumin' I want yo so much more Than any other
's like this dunn Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit Squeeze off, let em know how real this is M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer No other gun
a mic gotta go, you don't feel me do' Fucked off D so when you step to the rock hoe Rottweiler attackage, when I'm locking on your fuckin' neck Don't other