sharp piece of metal taped it to a stick Then a bullhorn sound that means it's time for chow My first prison meal the whole feeling was foul It wasn't
sharp piece of metal Taped it to a stick Then a bullhorn sounds That means it's time for chow My first prison meal The whole feeling was foul It wasn't
Tradução: Ice-T. La Torre.
a sharp piece of metal Taped it to a stick Then a bullhorn sounds That means it's time for chow My first prison meal The whole feeling was foul It wasn't
Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn't
crazy! [Verse #1:] There's no mountain i can't climb There's no tower too high, No plane that i can't learn how to fly What do i gotta do to get through
you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't fucking with' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked
the earth's floor crows and ravens don't flap they wing they just float on the waves that the humdrum brings those that have heard can't descibe my bump
don't kill em' I keep'em in my basement and drill'em just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden I just let my fuckin mind unwind I don't
it I never thought I could feel this power I never thought that I could feel this free I?m strong enough to climb the highest tower And I?m fast enough
it) I never thought I could feel this power I never thought that I could feel this free I'm strong enough to climb the highest tower And I'm fast enough
t happy 'til a nigga is R.I.P. Tryin to be somethin he saw on BET Either T.I.P., or B.I.G. I don't give a fuck what you saw on TV but a one-eight-seven
Three: Sheek Luchion] Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck It's all about
for my love It's in your neighborhood I know things are gonna change But I can't say bad or good. Silver wings of mornin' Shinin' in the gray day While the ice
The Game) Lace the nations don't have it A hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns When I'm around Or I'm wasting the fabric I don't feel greater
