every single star shine down to guide you For you may never fail to find your way May the words you hear prove to be true Make the truth the judge for
Translation: Fair Warning. For The Young.
summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline Im trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for
fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason,
is a mothafucka, ya dig Old timer want the block back, stop that You been gone too long the young nigga said Lord knows, what's goin' through this young
[Beanie Sigel] Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya We hug
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us join us Keep heaters on us, with red lasers Now fair warning, short shots won't graze ya We hug corners, play
Come all ye fair and tender maidens Take warning how you court young men They're like a star of a summer's morning First they appear and then they're
for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for
your advance All hazards and dangers, we barter on chance For you'd have no scruples for to send us to france Where we would get shot without warning
O as I was a-walking down by yon mill-town, The fair and lovely mountains they did me surround; 'Twas there I saw a fair maid, and to me she looked grand
tears for cherry red blood Stack them old, we cradle them young World is crazy or maybe just holy rollers for love Glory, glory hallelujah, be warned
the main With one hundred and fifty brisk young men Well picked and chosen every one And william glenn was the captain's name He was a fine and a tall young
yet but young in deed We are yet but young in deed Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble Fair is foul and foul is fair We must
a model of civility and honor for the sector but never got his Extra! Extra! Peace for the better but it wasn't entertaining, so they waited for the
With a J-47, a jet for his power Craig Breedlove had averaged, four-o-seven per hour Both man and machine had given fair warn They'd set a new record
bout to turn your block to a war zone I'm warning you to bring the little kids in they home 'cause when we spin the bin bullets just get to spit I gave you fair warning
