Lyrics.com »

Search results for 'twenty four hours of sunshine by dick haymes'

Yee yee! We've found 34 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching twenty four hours of sunshine by dick haymes.



I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?  
That's some deep shit right there, a lot
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon)
Too soon?

I want twenty-four plus on these
Put the Pinto engine
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
Below's upon the feet
Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So I'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights
(And plus the cold war)

This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam, non-diagram
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
wine
20 inches is the only thing I sit my shit on
Don't bring ya bitch around me
Cause my dick she'll wanna sit on
And I ain't gonna tell her nothing
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
and twenty-four hour meditation, would be
a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck
twenty-fo' won't you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women,
a name, and some clout
And put down a lick, by shootiing his boss in his mouth
He stole his money, hid the body when he covered it
Peepin for his part,
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
and twenty-four hour meditation, would be
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent

I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
O's in a key, everybody free
Murder One felons with the glocks, twenty-four hours on the block
Bodies gettin' dropped, five thousand n****s actin'
O's in a key, everybody free
Murder One felons with the glocks, twenty-four hours on the block
Bodies gettin' dropped, five thousand niggas actin'
Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the E can't rock?  That's bullshit
Suck my
loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

[Verse One: U-God]
This rhyme
twenty-fo' won't you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women,
worry I'm your buffer
Buffer like I shoulda been for bj
But he never listened to nuthin we say
It was half past 12 midnight on a weekday
Not even 20 hours
A'ight, rap niggaa (yeah!)
You got twenty-four hours to live, nigga (ha ha)
Your time's up right motherfuckin' now, nigga
Dah, dah, dah, dah
a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck
Twenty four seven, 365, one day at a time is how I live my life
It's Johnny Richter and I'm breakin' out
Makin' moves, doin' things, that's what I'm all
to shade, then the night back to day

Like the twenty-four hour rotation
I know the location, it's just a little information
From the Squad, bringing