we got guess NYSE and them just weren't that but the butcher cut the wrong fat better shop and save up cures deadbolt all the doors, there's your threat
got guess NYSE and them just weren't that but the butcher cut the wrong fat better shop and save up cures deadbolt all the doors, there's your threat
saw a girl somewhere somehow Forever sticks in my mind somehow I've just got three lines And a pair of two's Like a lucky roll of dice that you You cast
okay [Verse Three] So this here is the victory lap Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's one point two And that
: (feat. Mykel) [Chorus: Mykel] Where there's life there is water We depend on mama nature There's a message for tomorrow Everything connects to you
you hear shots just know it's not a warnin I got a nickname for all my guns a Desert Eagle that I call Big Pun a two shot that I call Tupac and a dirty
gonna wanna call your mama. Three: There?s no hope in New Jersey We?re hanging by a thread White Dude: We?re choking in New Jersey Three: We might
You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a
You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap Barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin' and 'cause a
You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin' and cause a
I speak My raps straight to your head, like turbans to a Sheik Making your future bleak, it's not my fault you're weak It's Fitnredi microphone tag teams
shows when i was younger, persian gulf. now kids see kosovo u.s. army, channel 4 how can you trust anyone who's televised a war oil, power, channel 3 there's
're taught Bored more than not So what? They've got a crutch It's nothing you could ever touch Don't look Don't look onto your lawn There's a billboard
To a crowd WITHOUT ANY BALLS! Here we are, too hard, too fast! And we don't need a fashion injection Or a sales slip to tell us we're right You look like a
been good, but I know we can do better Exactly what's expected right down to the fucking letter If nothing's changed then where's my brain If there's
sold your soul your life is a waste now, you're just another prole it's never too late so just remember you're not a person to them, your just a number
