sign an execution of human rights. Indoctrination is what was meant. Infuse a class war to keep relations strained. Given the chance, we would shine.
Crack solid granite, initiate global panic Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break North
2 mil to get the system off me Life's a bitch But god forbid the bitch divorce me I be flooded with ice or hell fire kid scorch me Cuban cigars Meetin
me 2 mil to get the system off me Life's a bitch But god forbid the bitch divorce me I be flooded with ice or hell fire kid scorch me Cuban cigars
: We are here alone Only the camp fire Shines on your face I touched your hand But you disappeared As the smoke the air [Chorus:] You looked into my
Mannie Fresh] (Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine
Fresh] (Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine
an cecile mi say yuh wrong read back yuh application, bad man nah ramp from o'man fi get slam. tek so much artist n still nah choose one who u want? baby g or
rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent behind a cage bent smoked out
, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire
: Smoke rises from a fire that warms the small cabin there As the young girl inside lights her man's big pipe And kisses him goodnight But he is still
told the son, shine in the darkness, fuckin' with a cat that's heartless Barely cuz my gun jam, or cuz I use a glock with one or two revolvers Twenty
blast, hit 'em with the iron fast Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas Set fire to the ash, smoked in his liver, grass [Chorus x2: Leatha
know the sun shines as the Earth turns Nowadays is the ghetto germ, knockin off whoever concerned I dip your brain in the blood of fire, prophecize like
so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke
weather Shine in any weather (brrat) [Hook] (Birdman) Give me my tool Die for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the jewels Bullshit or hustle
like that, yo' spot is krunk This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do admire you But even though Bubba dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too I hope