Lyrics:
yelling raid
One hard brother that lives in New York
Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk
Shut your mouth before we come out stomping
Hey,
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
The Professional..
I build lyrics like a monument
most dominant I drop bombs with common sense
the inipatant scientist a perfectionist
a lyrical
of bands countin by the grands, ima happy man let me do my money dance
Im on that power stance life hit'em with a pose do it for the bros I ain't fuckin with
a bunch of bands countin by the grands
I'm a happy man let me do my money dance
I'm on that power stance life hit'em with a pose
Do it for the bros I ain't
2:]
I got oprah fron? da 80? s rapped up in rubber bands
Party like a rockstar but dis ain't a rock band
Throwin? money in da club changing up
that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (funds)
Some brothers get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts
cap
So all my bands stay fat
Yea Welcome to my trap
Niggas shootin' at my hat
We been rollin' this shit fat
Yea I'm the plug no cap
Got a guy stay in
a diamond cross these VV's blinding the whole crowd
I know my brother up in heaven smiling looking down
My dreams been coming true we finally got them bands
back down for ransom
When in doubt I'm gonna count my rubber bands
Calling up the plug for the funds thats my brother dance
Been gone for a while in
brother on dat flo/
God snatched my soul /
How Im pose to know the right path can’t see with my eyes so swole/
But What really hurt the most /
When I
made some bands
It fit right up in my hands
Couple trips out to milan
Wit my brothers from the sand
Foreva locked in wit da gang
Right up in da ends
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
the groove is on and the groove can last all
I put lyrics to this funk as beat
I keep you grooving cause it's time to move your feet
I keep you swinging
Hanging with the wrong niggas
That'll get you popped
Momma know I ain't no thug
Still watch out for the cops
I could still get stopped
My brother
a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
And this type of street violence
There are many variations of the lyrics; these are the ones
Performed by Jake & Elwood on the soundtrack of "The Blues Brothers"
See'mon, baby
tell ya I'm bogus
Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin
And your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippin
Read my song, lyrics are strong
Nation Album of Ace Of Base
The Unholy bands from the holyland [Album] - Compiliation.
Cause Of Death by Obituary
Deicide Album by Deicide
AMON's
Leftwrite and Vishnu, we coming to get you
Leftwrite and Vishnu hit you with lyrics
Kicks like jujitsu, I know that you hear it
It was standard
I sit at the county in a five by ten cell
Tall but thin(*narrow) windows are depressing as hell
It's a correctional facility with funny name
I am
the raising
I'm a lyrical viper
I strike with the pen
CAM, player number is 10
See, I'm loved by the barbies
Y'all finna call me Ken
Straight spitting them bars
lyrics by hand was not a letter
See I know what would happen
9 homies all up on the tracklist
What did you think would happen? L1K
Whoa, whoa (ah)
Whoa, whoa (you could say that shit again but do you live by it? Yeah)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa (ah, Based1 got them bands, ho)
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