Damage your tuxedo vest, come like your tuxedo fresh Point the index finger, aim twice, aim nice Put your asshole on the shelf for a 99 cent price Five
hit kids cause niggaz spit wigs with no precautions The war I raise down from their grave to haunt your concious With bloody screams nightmares and bloody dreams Of niggaz haunting
cause niggaz spit wigs with no precautions The war I raise down from their grave to haunt your concious With bloody screams nightmares and bloody dreams Of niggaz haunting
Vultures of Jehovah Circles in Assassins of the Light with Horror Rapture Haunting The Shadows Speak The Word Of The Wind [Lyrics by GAUT '99] [Music
(Elvis Costello / Live Union Chapel 99) The hunted look, the haunted grace The empty laugh that you cultivate You fall into that false embrace And kiss
[Verse 1:] I got 99 problems, and they all bitches Wish I was Jigga-Man, Carefree livin But I'm not Sean, or Martin Louie I'm the Cleveland nigga rollin
in my sleep but no catharsis was granted to me Will this pain ever pass? The enchanting perfume of winter and the bleak, cold breath of her still haunts
: (Elvis Costello / Live Union Chapel 99) The hunted look, the haunted grace The empty laugh that you cultivate You fall into that false embrace And
: [Verse 1:] I got 99 problems, and they all bitches Wish I was Jigga-Man, Carefree livin But I'm not Sean, or Martin Louie I'm the Cleveland nigga rollin
kids cause niggaz spit wigs with no precautions The war I raise down from their grave to haunt your concious With bloody screams nightmares and bloody dreams Of niggaz haunting
I got 99 problems and they all bitches I wish I was Jigga Man, carefree living But I’m not Sean or Martin Louie I’m a Cleveland nigga rollin’ with them