Beginning with its conclusion Misdirected by what's right Actual illusion Weakened by its might The deserving marital value Priced for quick exchange
Translation: D.R.I.. Marriage.
: Beginning with its conclusion Misdirected by what's right Actual illusion Weakened by its might The deserving marital value Priced for quick exchange
I'm winnin' by a landslide I got I got my own steps, I got my own style I got my own steps, I got my own style I got my own steps, I got my own style I
me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D'
[Verse 1 - XV] Yeah, do I want this bad as I think that I want it? Posters on the wall, you'd think that I'm wanted Jessie James style, living without
I got my own steps I got my own style x4 I can get this party started, Watch how a nigguh do it x4 I got my own steps I got my own style x4 I can
I make tlc stand for they love chino when I terrify You'll never eat chili 'cause I'm an arsonist like left-eye But I can't forget i, heard you say you
Hank Snow "M" is for marriage each letter spells love "A" is alter where you're blessed from above "R" is for ring lovers' faith set in gold "R" is
- I'll take the Rialto. [Edie & Joe] Better fall out of love! Better fall out of love! [Edie] I won't plant dahlias with the D.A.R. [Joe](spoken)
a bore at night, So I repeat what first I said Where is the life that late I? Where is Rebecca, my Becki-weckio, But still she'd be cruising that amusing
into charcoal I pull out, machetes in public I get sick, and put a dead fuck in the dump quick They stutter and prick, the murdered (D-d-d-d-don't kill
, I'd rather REACH for your neck And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less I got a skunk, in my trunk I'm lyin, I got a pump in my
.P.L.E.D I can't bring myself to say it. No siree I'm a carriage with no marriage I'm a van without a man I've been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D Was I corroded
I don't give a fuck cause I be the hardest nigga [Hook:] Styles P: I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP Everyday I wake up it's like I'm liable
what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?) [Poetic] Yo, I'm comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreact I'm placin the
