Lyrics:
Strike The Bell

Translation: Unknown. Strike The Bell.

, let it go, let it go Rollin' with my posse your way, hell no Draped in Versace got me on lock Did they rock the bells and play Straight from the

catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three (Da ruckus) With the mic I blast men on sight So off the hook Atlantic, Bell had to go on strike Doc

through the tent canvas and mixed with our blood. In the twelfth, slipped my tounge over my broken jaw. And I pounded his body into the floor. Well the bell

I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (Rock your bells) I am LL (Bad, rock your bells

, I stick to college radios, mix shows Historic university to freestyle sick flows Might give a lecture about your rap texture M.C. B-Boy, DJ, slash director The name was a bell

by the fool from the ol' school When it's time to duel, you get two men Two heaters, one street, one clock and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon

valuable thing And some things don't fade away But I don't mind We give the best we can give We won't forget, we can't forgive Keep us radioactive free Strike a bell

to smoke No fast drugs to make your asshole choke Nothing like heroin, I am replaced Well I wonder, wonder, where's my wedding bells (Chorus) Tonight