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Das Ergebnis Wäre Stille (Herrenmagazin) · Wäre Es Nicht Schön? (Mottosong Csd Stuttgart 2010) (Holger Edmaier) · Leon Ware [1982] (Leon Ware) · Piece by Piece (John Martyn) · Piece by Piece [LP] (Kelly Clarkson) · Piece by Piece (Katie Melua) · Piece by Piece (John Martyn) · Piece by Piece (George Stone) · Piece by Piece (Katie Melua) · Piece by Piece [Deluxe Edition] (Kelly Clarkson) – and 90 other albums »


get the chance,they gon' hurt you
They be counting your pockets, you can tell by they comments
Incident with my car, my nigga wanted to drive it
I
through me.

Chorus

Verse 3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I don't know what to say.
Just beg to the Lord to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter,
a stop sign
Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein
I'm a certified hustler and a G
Trying to metamorphosize a hundred two a hundred three
I'm
(Chorus)

3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
6 million ways to die so I chose
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door

Verse 1
antiseptics
Dem while eats, I piece a music living epic
Words like proverbs
Blended braided so on like a storm or song of king David
Potentially vital, only
Then they facing masteries, just fittin lack of pieces
what's dope and hope that we accept the wack atheists, jesus
where's the chamber? Allow me
all this shit people care about, 

that's made by man 

When all that shit's all gone 

There's nothing left in your hands 

I tried to crush pieces
I’m an Outlaw, give me two shots
We don’t need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys
Matter of fact he my favorite cause he tip
grow,
until all them basers know, that I keep that butter
A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because I think she's
over another niggas loot and fucking up the currency
Born and bad seed outta the crowd
Like David Guenna you don't wanna see me angry pal
I'll raise up
the script, ball and chain and the whip
The fleas, flies, different bugs devoured the body by strips
Pit bulls come, claimin' all the pieces that's left
time thinking bout the ultimate gank 
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank? 
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
life on a dirty brown piece of Berber carpet. 
Dick's dentures on the ground chattering. 
His toupee being carried off by the squirrels