Looking through The window of destiny Casement open to the skies No more lies Rosemary nods upon the grave Could've been saved From the garden of the
Translation: Trouble. R I P.
Looking through the window of destiny Casement open to the skies - no more lies Rosemary nods upon the grave Could've been saved From the garden of the
his car, boy, all I say is, "Oh boy" Look, mami, I'm no good, I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers, sober, then leave after it's over Killa, I'm not your
? I wanna holla at you ma You know it's hard for a playa to admit this sometimes But I'mma spit that sometimes, you know what I'm sayin'? Ay, P give it
ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse Gone!!! (You seek out problems) (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
I'm _Stayin Alive_ like John Travolta My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in I
truly recognize Some won't get it for that I won't apologize [P.O.R.N.] I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I don't need a medic Need a liquid anesthetic
, not them, this is him, not they Royce, Reef, double R, Beef is close but trouble's far Nickel Nine is what the rhyme is, I put my time in Nigga, Nickel
mayne Tryna see how much paper that I might gain While I still keep it trill in what I write, mayne Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most by hittin
hood Ay, I wish a mothafucka would D.C. and B-Boy, come into they hood Ay, I wish a mothafucka would I?m fly enough to fly away, trouble I don't shy
Just lean on me" - Kane *cut n scratched* [Big Daddy Kane] "Can I get a yes?" No "Why?" I ain't happy Cause I came back for these troubles to grab
you at, but where "you" at? I got my first felony, holding a gat And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacks Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see
where you at say where you at I got my first felony, holding my gat And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks Styles P-A-N-I-R-O BM Doub., see that thug
' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics But I'm gwan, I'm not gon
I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell J: HOLIDAY S: I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells J: HOLIDAY S: 'cause I know it aint right,
) I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through hell (Holiday) And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell (Holiday) I use my left hand when I'm
