place there was death on the dance floor when we came to town there was death on the dance floor from the heavy connection of the pro-pain sound
1 YOUNG, DUMB AND HELPLESS - IN THE STATES YOU SAY YOU AIN'T GOT NO MONEY - I CAN RELATE I LOST MY JOB AND MY HOUSE AND MY - PIECE OF MIND WE'RE IN THE
here's a story 'bout an american man who's always used to doin' things the best that he can he's got his wife, he's got his kids by his side he's
to keep the fire burnin' you must feed the flame and this flame is burnin' fast the drug lords are yearnin' for you give them your name first, middle
o.k. - lets get it out - enough with the small talk i can count your lies like cracks on the sidewalk same old stories of when we used to hang out
nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro
: Temptation talking to me I try my best not to listen The world fuckin wit me Tryin to stop my ambition And niggas talkin bout me I know they hopin
you the fuckin best, you the fuckin best You the fuckin best, you the fuckin best You the best I ever, best I ever had Best I ever had, best I ever had
: Here come the...here come the, here come the pain (pain)...x4 Uplift your soul Get your house in order Mc?s be actin? like they walkin? on water I?
that ish I'm a go game her up and take her back to the crib Waitin for me Na bro, but she know the biz yah rite Real talk watch a pro do this Um excuse
want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this journey The best
hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn Pro
m real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques The Pro
hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn Pro
my garage I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama's veins That I walk these dogs across this country, twice to stop the pain So, I'm handin' Tim
I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks. So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' MCs like trees, piece-by-piece buildin' cabins. I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra, makin' pain
explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
