the ones on now fuck it we on one She just wanna kick it, no harm done I can never stop it, I'm trending out my topic She make them other bitches hard
downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't
Those other years, those dusty years When we drove the big hearse through I tried to forget the miles we rode and Spanish Johnny, you! He?d sit beside
think about the things iA've done all the things gone wrong past mistakes that now seem colourful and beautiful and... itA's time to stop and listen up
lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit On slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit Throw on guilty conscience at concerts And watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other
many bitches But I know that Hell is callin' In the name of the Lord just let a nigga in 'Cuz I ain't done nuthin' wrong, but love thy self And harm other
to all my niggaz too It's word up, son For them other niggas on home y'knowhamsayin'? I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo Harms break
up we gone always stay together Don't want you to doubt and never wonder Cause we built this house on Christ and none other At bedtime we'll gone pray for each other
If I mistreat you girl, I sure don't mean no harm If I mistreat you girl, I sure don't mean no harm Well, I'm a motherless child, I don't know right from
, and they said we ain't having it. People thought we was finished and done with, But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit. Catch, so
'm a simple man Now I'm the kinda man who would not harm a mouse But if I catch somebody breakin' in my house I've got twelve guage shotgun waiting on the other
son Ever since that other time I wished, how I wished you'd have known I kept the secret hid, the secret my marriage forbid What else could I have done
got pound out, But yo when he came through he seen the devil in disguise It was Bo with the devil in his eyes Mack 11 on the side, him and seven other
a shit Hit or miss niggas are playing God Trying to rob and steal That's why ya gotta guard ya grill Like a barbecue cause them harming you Are
[Peron:] Dice are rolling, the knives are out Would-be presidents are all around I don't say they mean harm But they'd each give an arm To see us six
(peron:) Dice are rolling, the knives are out Would-be presidents are all around I don't say they mean harm But they'd each give an arm To see us six
gonna get lost Sure you can't follow the rhymes that I wrote No one can stop me, uncover my flow I'm unpredictable If you thinking the nigga done rolled with a other