I keep the club on the vex, Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit, Niggas get a whiling, When my words echo's the room like, Get
work ya body body) Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body) [R. Kelly] Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o Hands in the air-o, holla like echo Tone's
not to be played with... played on or played out! I'm a drop it like dis! [Verse 1:] Lyin' in my bed. - I'm lookin' at four walls Echo in my head sayin
snow, the mansion still seems to have its slow And when the moon is full and white You can hear the drums of voodoo echo in the night In the "LOA" house
ni alternativos, ni progres. Claro que tengo sello nano, el que se pega en los sobres. Te damos el doble sin limusina, chalet con piscina, odio el curro la rutina, echo
the tiki bar And If I Got Beef I'm Tha Meat Cleaver And I Are The Illest Nigga Martin Luther King Died For And I Ride For Hollygrove 1-7 Eagle Street
: I Remember Then Back In December, It Wuz Winter Like '89 Shit I Must Of Been 7 Goin On 8 And Comin From Da Kitchen Wuz A Echo From All Da Base And
let the fray begin. --------------------------------------------------------------- III. OF THE BATTLE ------------------------------------------------------------- (Instrumental) Includes: I. Challenge And Defiance II. 7
let the fray begin. III. OF THE BATTLE ------------------------------------------------------------- (Instrumental) Includes: I. Challenge And Defiance II. 7
: ("You'll soon depart.." *echoes from the last track*) Chorus: Malik B (2X) Yo, the feet that I walk with The ears that I hear with, the eyes that
body body) Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body) [R. Kelly] Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o Hands in the air-o, holla like echo Tone's in
start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down down down I'm gonna burn it down 9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun Echoes knocking on locked doors All the laughter
: [Intro] (*echo*) Assassins Muggs Soul Assassins [Verse 1] I'm stranded off School Craft Avenue, I gotta make it to 8 This bitch I'm with, she bein
this great LP, a hundred rounds spent Niggas bent on a fruitless search for nourishment They long for this proper guidance encouragement [Chorus x2] [Method Man] It be The Lost Tribe, 7