: Where the soul ebbs away from flesh breathing the final breath that is where you will find me where the soul slips beneath the waves of the ebon? blackness
Where the soul ebbs away from flesh breathing the final breath that is where you will find me where the soul slips beneath the waves of the ebon? blackness
be dementia, that you ever thought You could touch our credentials, what's the initials? [Damian Marley] You be Jamrock the lyrical official Send out the order
get fucking stomped son No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson If they make me go in I'm a go right away Mny fly ass can't be stopped no flight
: On wings of tomorrow we're coming to fly Erasing the sorrow and this is the place where you die We're shaking the chains off the world of today We'
: [Music/Lyrics: Hansen] On wings of tomorrow we're coming to fly Erasing the sorrow and this is the place where you die We're shaking the chains off
strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for
t hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers [repeat 2X] [E.D.I.]
no light another man with a blood shot soul get up dont be one stand up control destiny dont back away guns are blasting hating me cant take me i've got to survive first the order
man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court (Man fuck dat man they got my nigga) Man that shit ain't cool man (Okay order in the
well done just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop What we drop and how we keep shit comin How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where
?. Chi-town, Put it on the flo?. Chi-town, Put it on the flo?. [Verse 4: Nick Cannon] Shorty, you gon? work for this little bit of change. Side order
quicksilver the color the one that sets the rules sets the rules on fire I see it in your eyes I don't think I'll fit into your dream Of perfect order
: [B-Real] You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch Andre 3001 another classic Go ahead ask him bitches, bout "how I be smokin' out" Party all night, yea it's goin' down Order