The writing on the wall The words that I can't read Three years, is a long, long time Your heart beats close to mine There's no wrong or right When it
Translation: Ignite. Three Years.
: The writing on the wall The words that I can't read Three years, is a long, long time Your heart beats close to mine There's no wrong or right When
The writing on the wall The words that I can't read Three years, is a long, long time Your heart beats close to mine There's no wrong or right When
owe me somethin' Listen up, I got a story to tell It's like I fell outta Heaven just to walk through Hell But it fueled my fire, ignited my desire You
drive-thru!" So we head out the front door Open the garage door Then I open the car doors And we get in those car doors Put my key in the ignition
doe Most popular flow Like iceberg at the top of the globe (Chorus: Chino XL [Kool G. Rap]) I ain't made a record in three years and
it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it Ain't no pistols here, yo money will disappear My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology
a stray with three Than one that sits up and just begs Than one that sits up and just begs We could've learned, we could've burned From the firework love ignites
at the bar She pulled away in our eighty-three Lincoln And I ain't seen her no more But at least she knew where my heart was at For years I never found
they do is drink, smoke and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs Fifteen years
back up on the streets, slangin' G's Over the years, I stacked mo' G's than trees grow leaves I've been in the industry, since nine three My so called
, what) We keep on risin' (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on risin' We been doin' this for years and you just now heard of us Four years containin
lazy to realize what you've done Here lays the brother's dead victim's son Things break out and kids start fallin When yo' kid is shot, these three gods
the bitch open her mouth up And sang... Verse three: big gipp Took me a long time to get here Long time man I'm talkin about, years, and years Riding
