devils All these white sheets need they ass be tied to the bumper, and drug down the street fo' deep [scratched:] "one spot on to the next spot" Fo' deep.. fo' deep
hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!) They love me just because I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha) With the 4
I could be a made nigga Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field Deep with the skills for the bills I
The Clipse] Red rum, red rum, such power in the tongue Never in the wildest, was he talkin' da dum Style on niggas, feel it to the numb Japanese thread
take me away But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be questioned Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression [Verse 4: T.I.] You knowin
and take me away But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be questioned Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression [Verse 4: T.I.] You
' around ... 'cause I couldn't fuck. But now I'mback, BITCH! To let yo' punk ass know that I can really dick 'emdown, 'cause I'm a .. [Chorus 4x:] [Mr
they stripes in the dark Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep: only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga Chorus: repeat 4
masses, but you, claim that I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4
4 niggas in that clique, Lance they backbone. They pussy but if homes say: "Shoot! " [shot] They start shooting, But now they at homes wake [gunshot] - and they deep
pasta italian thuggin driving testarossa i'm so puppa call mi cosa nostra burning sensimillia playing Robert Nesta I love the way she move it slow deep
! We?re coming for you. THREE! FOUR! Lock your door. FIVE! SIX! Suck on my dick. BROKENCYDE WILL NEVER DIE! (x2) Now I can feel the needle break, deep
it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S) {Verse 1: Dinco, Milo} Three in this
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three
all to mush Hush, let me burst, dare I gush Cock-diezel cuts Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4
P.T. God bless the memory of Eazy-E If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be? Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards I'd have seen Dre rockin
a galmay we walk inna di middle a di street Gal mek everybody see it gal a wonda how mi dweet Mi extend mi sitten fi di gal dem wey deep Mi nah go eat
: [Verse 1:] As I fall deeper into a manic state I'm a prime canidate for the gene to recieve the drug addict traits Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic
