screen U will see through so my thougths will be free each one shocks up for there?s no lasting time... to live! oh yeah! TWENTY MILLION$ COLOURS RESOLUTION
that screen U will see through so my thougths will be free each one shocks up for there?s no lasting time... to live! oh yeah! TWENTY MILLION$ COLOURS
'm sayin'? Give 'em a pound of whatever it is, you know but you always gotta act like ain't ____ wrong. You know, when there might be twenty-million things
A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave Yea, we all of the a volumes What be the outcome? We selling twenty million albums Ay your record, ain't nobody
DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip Lettin' the record skip Lettin' the record skip (Damn!) *DJ scratches* I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin' It's
m ripped, i'm on an acid trip My Dj's in a coma for lettin' the record skip lettin' the record skip lettin' the record skip (Damn!) *Dj's schratching*
, just, laugh at them hata's when we out here front and,.. No they ain't got it but they wanna be startin, D J for the record stop, "ha haha ha ha, we
your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million people are stupid
So every breath I take, is all about the rules It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's
left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's Spraying
here's a Jew When you get your first record deal Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal First class, caviar in the ?®Ville In the new S class wit
Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat That's why your Def Jam
Where is Ice T, he's got the socks and more pigeons up here Evilyn lost the fuckin' records Now it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the records
packed clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting wrong deals I'm only twenty-one, sitting on mills We on fire up in here It's
, me blew All them bodies all over the room, them doomed And gotta move fast, why? The po-po's comin' Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony back in this motherfucker (That's right, that's right) The original T H U G's Back to set it straight we never left and can't break