silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs oh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn't be long heads I win, tails you lose, lord it's such a crime
shorts or no losses Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang (gotta get mark) Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss, Nigga get tossed by the boss And I'm off
: [Hook:] Mo murda mo murda Come come again [Repeat 8x] [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Dear Mr.Ouija, Let 'em know who the boss is So nigga you wanna get
C'est la mienne que tu sniffes, 9.2. Izi fait la diff' 45 Scientific, cree grace au haschich A chaque ceau-mor, c'est a un crime que tu assistes J'viens
fond des entrailles d'une femme, et pas plutot d'un four, d'un volcan ou d'une fabrique d'armes. REFRAIN: On incite pas nos freres a etre candidats au crime
baissee dans mon auto, parc'qu'y controlent, accusent a tort, mon logo, les joueurs d'polo les alligators Molotov rime avec mairie, poste, pays Frime sans etre boss
an' try fi si it wid yuh ears These are the times When yuh sneakers ain't yuh only nines Some weh call pon Jesus a dem commit the crimes Nuff illiterate
be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Viet Nam Whilke fiddling while Rome burns at home The Boss says
Pee Record Song For The Detox Lp Feet Don't Fail He Niggas Got Me Bent Like Cranberry And Belvee I'ma Die Wealthy Boss In The Game, What The Fuck
you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime
: Boy u better put a lid on it U don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in U keep flappin those gums Like u the boss U should check your
backs looking up at the sky blue Not only do I leave you I hide you I before you X and Ja-Rule Death before dishonor now and prior to Boss man spy on
going down Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells "IG" nigga the boss of all bosses making money off
you dare come near the fortress (we in the house) It's apple sauces from the apple orchid This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means
ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW! Roc-A-Fella y'all, uhh, uh Know my style Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more Til I'm no
ve changed how people think, I'm not the only misfit posting,blogging,hating with no reason to submit Regardless of what you've read, I've got no crime