Lyrics:
The gang got matching chains and they roll with straps
Just poured the purple that shit got me feeling woozy
She been by my side I'll make sure she ride in
empty since my daddy wasn't with me, shoot,
I wasn't picky I'd take any male figure you
Stepped in at the right time,
It's 'cuz of you that I write rhymes
of tea
Sail sail, away with me
With my old man's guitar, and a portrait of she
Worked my way up after several months (after several months)
I sure made
Weighing me down
It's time to let go of things
What'll I do with the wedding dress
Wrapped up in tissue and boxed
The clock on the wall the portraits in
the lever now you share with them the blood on your hands
They will tell you in a voice cool and calm
It was all of our idea to drop 100,000 bombs
51 killers
like a wave on the wild blue sea
One thousand loyal heroes in the March of the Kings of Laois
Five hundred men with purpled spears, their shields of red
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
of the line, born of no name
The hard luck child
Too many times caught between the extremes
Bullfight blow flies border magazines
A hundred eyes with a quarter
Birds in the trap
Sell it by the sac
Baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Wanna fly my dick
She in the cockpit
100 on the dash ain no stoppin
Wakin
Yo, I'm talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men
Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
Indeed, we smack niggas up for their cheese
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
we leavin' from the club, and she let me cop a rub
Can't believe she choose me
Feelin On Her Booty
I'm about to cut like knives, strokin' mami with
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
years of generational damage, done
By a race, we couldn't run
In a race we couldn't win
With the world's fastest men
And laws based on skin
It's called
years of generational damage, done
By a race, we couldn't run
In a race we couldn't win
With the world's fastest men
and laws based on skin
It's called
knives
Death by our side
Black our knives
Death by our side
One by one your men are falling
One by one we show you our smile
Every murder and every rape
your shining strength we use to lure men for assault
There is no limit to our doings, it's what we're meant to do
With charm and poise, we kill by choice
with a gangsta girl
When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl
When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl
When I freak, I'm gonna freak me
dilution
I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian
The lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport
They rap your chorus
dyin'
There at the Little Big Horn
There were one thousand Indians
Standing on the river bank
Two hundred calvary
Waited there with pride
Then I
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