Search results for 'im a slave 4 u by glee cast' Page #2

don't feel you black man now you getting paid
They want to kill you black man cause they still afraid
Don’t know the real you black man so they cast shade

in the Paris by the Eiffel

Catch corn if you run with the oppers
Thirty-eight, send him right to the doctors
I'm with nets by P shop
Let the glee

got hemp 4-4 zomeo, woah
Yeah, I'm flowin', don't act like you ain't notice
Singin' like the Glee show
Like the Glee show, I make her sing with deep

as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons 
That you can see fly by
At night.

Drips in szn
I want every penny sir
Bro got the glee
Woii woii woii
He's spinning that deli
Rah

Bro im Simma
I can't  go for dates n Dinners
Outside need

you die by the sword 
Damn bro gotta know It's a creed 
I'm rolling tree
Life is great singing to myself like a cast of  f the series glee 
Fill it

set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position

last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next

My mind got corrupted

And my goals were interrupted

And we're used by the devil
 Like some slaves and some puppets

God you told me build an Ark but

A demon inside of my head and its Hades
The name of devil that's making you hate me
My smile is twisted I smile in glee
At the weird feeling I'm

in your face
You cast me down, brushed me aside before you threw me away

I bring you love (I'm not a slave) You give me war (I'm not a slave)
I'll

to say this
4th quarter and we down by two
You gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter and we down by two
Is you gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter
4

Last Words

Nas

Nastradamus

1999

These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My

up my money I'm stacking the doe
I don't do cuffing I smash and I go
You mad that you broke
Run up on me and I'm clapping the four
Dropping these hard

What are you fighting for tell me there a better reason?

I'm the imperfect hero
Fly with the vultures and sparrow
I am the slave that broke loose from

you're addicted to it yeah like a psycho
But when you're smoothing and grooving like Michael
You made a Slave To the Rhythm that's all I know
She said

you wondered, it’s no
Blunder that the period precedes the name. It means
I’m yet to be defined by all these year in the game, it means
Unbounded

Yea
For Zane, my future

[Hook:]
Man I feel like a runaway slave
Can't calm down
Never gon behave
My back to the wind
My spirit in the sky
I'm never

down to my core
Nothing can replace your faultless glee
Burdened by this heavy heart of grief

A somber ode
Of what you have left behind
Caliginous
Are

melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that

You gotta be good showing them your flair
Ric figure four I'm Dora exploring my options 
Yeah 
The world too heavy feeling burdened yeah 
Never ever

accustomed to be a hustler
And Ill conduct with ya'
Take my kindness for weakness Ill rob you
Blinded by evil
I'm proud to
Cast those demons up out you
Dog I

u dance 'til your toenails black
Type of funk can bring your meemaw back
Heard a colonizer say I'm broke, where the cast at
Mayflower pack, u want

and Shego
Amigos, sell half of babies, veinticinco
Shooters will catch you in dark then you faneto
A hero, I’m not a slave, don’t owe you zero
God chose