Lyrics:
test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
"Maintain the rock
ramblin/ I really got nothin to bring up/ my mom probably/ gone whoop my ass/ cuz time has flown by/since I/ boldly/ called I was mad/ I don’t even know what
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
and always ready to snipe men
Aight den, pass by haters like light wind
Get it in blood like mosquitoes on light skin
Aight den, I run with a clique of hype
Drop it drop it drop it
You know how I rock it
They done came in by the pair
With they hands in the air
cnd they ready to pop it
Then I tell em get
Eye for an Eye
Words By: Rick Denzien & Debra Lee
Music By Rick Denzien
You through a rock n - I toss a bomb - Launch another missile We do each
Hup, yeah
Guess who's back?
Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature's in the house
Guess who's back?
setting off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour
Guess
and sitcoms describe long pages bread in a hotbox wigwam
Debra tone hit the dish where the teens demonstrate ease in the hot days when she purchase
clip
Fire at them head till it's empty
If them sentry sent fi get me with
Forced entry
Snipe em off one by one
No Wesley
Dashing on em like the autobon
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Fire at them head till it's empty
If them sentry sent fi get me with the
Forced entry
Snipe em off one by one
No Wesley
Dashing on em like
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
cemetery
And ah bitch played me like solitaire
Now silent pain is necessary
Ima put love on a obituary
If you ah dream hunter
Then snipe em from a whole
verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
You'd
verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
You'd
me (what?), Beef it was finna be
My appetite for destruction is finnicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked
popped
Trap house got me dancing
That rock ain't Marilyn Manson
Can't wait to sign my deal
And blow all my advances
I give em second chances
They try
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
they gon' let that bih spray
Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang
No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
If we really beefin' why you put it
flamed rocks
Year after year up in the same spot
Total madness synergy in city streets
Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside
Black
I ain't never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy Lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just
a hater like he lost a watermellon fight
Call it what you want I'm what you like
I'm ballin all my life I'm Sydney Dean ya'll Wesley Snipes
Never really
Most every day
What I bought on eBay
Tell me why (I need another pet rock)
Tell me why (I got that Alf alarm clock)
Tell me why (I bid on Shatner's
about to rock
Yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
You see the
Yes, yes, put my snipes on the target wes, wes-ley
This girl alone rest, rest
I wanna
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