Lyrics:
the valley with the shadows of death
My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley all by myself
We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
That's when it all changed
See that's was the first time we wanted to get on stage
I was nervous, my brother wasn't afraid
We both was at a very
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
give you a pool, then I'll cut out the lights
Yo Brothers in the studio going crazy right now
Making this new album in the night now
It's getting real
my brothers, I got pain all on this album cover
Might just make another, let it flow like butter
Let it go like Anna, catch the wave just like you
Girl, do you love me? I need some Visine for the vision
If she wanna fuck him, I'll cut her off at any minute
Can't sit by that hoe, starting to feel
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
to get off my chest
And speak on and just, let go
And I guess that's why I make albums
Anyway, rest in peace to my little brother Yoshi
We love you kid,
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
business control America
The oil business control America
KRS-One still causin' hysteria
Illegal business control America
Yo, rise up brother, raise up
on that man, who that be?
Timbaland, now haters wanna get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride
We don't care though, nigga we just
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
understand
That one rapper stepped and left
And then ya bend him
That shit ain't right but peep game
These brothers got somethin' to
Prove so I'ma exchange
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
From the album strontium 90 (pangaea/ark21)
Words and music by sting
Everyone I know is lonely
My god's so far away
And my heart belongs to no one
From the album donovan
There's a Brave New World awaiting all you kids out there
With a brand new way of getting through your day there
Don't you
like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
A bitch that
moved on to a bigger school
A smaller fish swimming in a much bigger pool.
By his brother’s rep he was known to be cool
But by some staff still considered
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