he can tell me why your hatin' on me, bitin' on me, why you want me to have to show you Leatherface indeed. I'll cut you down quicker. He's a real
Us niggas is super skilled Don't pull no gun if you ain't gon' spit Click, clack, clack be the sound These police and haters is wrong, uh We buckin'
we is Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time Well here it is nigga here it is what you
he gonna tell 'em I'm gonna tell you, you gon' get that ass wet, wet, wet We talking about non-profit organizations Travel with the Lord all over
niggas we is where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time well here it is nigga here it is
slang Lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens Broke the slot machines out in queens, grey poupon is
my eyes, Gabriel's blood on my wings Seven fold solo man, Eloheim crowned king I walk through the desert, the Lord is my shepherd I steppeth in the name
The soul of Big Pun is flowin' through me Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rollin' with me I'm way over your head, you like creativity? I'm a gangsta rapper, Lord
he'd like to ask if he could get the chance But he's scared he might kill the old man He wonders what the Lord will say when he weighs it all out And
is I know you feel me right now Cos everybody is in the subside out You gotta, you gotta, You gotta find out who and what it is And I saved a little
to 'em Use your brain homie, do the right thang You say the only family that you got is in a gang And the only way to make it is by sellin' cocaine,
Jully Black] Life is so sweet, thank the Lord for my days Oh, I'm living for today, life might be here went away Life is so sweet, thank the Lord for
, the alarm clock is connected to a bomb Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm Shorty ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed Civilians and little children is
Yo all I do is drop lethal, y'all know my people Verbally it's a massacre, I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica Choke them lethally till he suffocate
Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy I'm true to Organized, 'cuz they raised me I'm also down with La Face 'cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he
[Vinnie Paz] I was Albert Eiensteins mind, I was Italy's fine wine I was working with God when he defined time I was there when the guns first let off
killed like jason take a good look see what you facin made my money from feends free basin organized like a dirty dirty im lord of the ring from the
