Moulin Rouge High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez Puerto Ricans with fat asses Blazed ducth masters, we dump ashes On models in S classes
ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just
learn Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased This Thug Life'll be the death of me
: (Come, come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this jump to the beat then
a raindrop I watched you falling to your death And the sun, well it could not save you It had fallen down too, now the streets are wet Body of water
of a raindrop I watched you falling to your death And the sun, well, it could not save you From falling down to the streets all wet Body of water, toxic
water on 'em!) We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) Here we go! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Chirp on the check like Michael Jeffrey Even
water on 'em!) We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) HERE WE GO! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Chirp on the check like Michael Jeffrey Even
: It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do Going home time A story on the radio...
high, Shit I aint even suppose to be here By the grace of god, The skin on my teeth And the hair on my nuts I skated by, Now y'all are on thin ice With
when you see me on the street; I ain't givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me) Toilet water splashes me right in the ass
On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics This my admission to having violence psychotic With the vile polish politics by the way I'm higher than
catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high
the edge and I'll jump of with a rope that's wrapped around your head send a death feedaz to my ex on valentines day the safety's off nigga, so get the
were left, well we tried to survive In a mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive But around me the corpses piled higher
his heart on the high seas I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood That the putrid mouth goes on asking for water I don't want
