Lyrics:
Sorry mum don't blame me I ga no choice to fight back the devil by my self don't worry I ga backup
FUCK This World with the fucking people in it
I'm not
Sleepy hollow half assers can't master half the stature
Thought it's me vs the world but turns out I missed the rapture
Cancer for the rapper in asshole no
the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If
mixed punk with reggae
In the amazing song "I Want To Kill You"
"You're called the people of
The future generation
You're called the people in
A world
it on
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world
quick
Punk Rock Ambulance!! the colonies sick,
give him a brake, the terry struck, where the spector spits
burning pots n'pans up on the grass,
in New
love for my dogs but never for these girls
It's M.O.E. 'cuz money rule the world
But Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummy
Saw my pops get killed in front of me
and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
believe you had me living in your fantasy
Mr. Pretender
I was tryin to satisfy ya, deify ya
You do what you think is right you be the God you bow to
I
Who Are You Lovin Lyrics
Ice Cube
featuring Mr. Short KHOP
Mr Short KHOP:
Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own little nasty world (4x)
Chorus:
We
and punks, never ever want to see me in power
Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice
quick
Punk Rock Ambulance!! the colonies sick,
Give him a brake, the terry struck, where the spector spits
burning pots n'pans up on the grass,
In New
of our death
Amen
I believe in God, the Father almighty
Creator of heaven and earth
And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord
Who was conceived by
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
pain since my birth
Only functions at the pen, 'cause everybody's in
Payin' back society, I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watch the drama occur, my eyes
Anything you want in the world
Anything you want in the world
Give it up to me
Hey can we go by walking
Or do you prefer to fly
All of the roads are
Anything you want in the world
Anything you want in the world
Give it up to me
Hey can we go by walking
Or do you prefer to fly
All of the roads are
a trauma
I woke up then I realized
I was getting no sick pay
Beaten stabbed molested
Trauma in the dark
Black streets being swallowed by speed
What a life
punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin' checks that your punk ass can't cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin' ski masks
Who ain't
up, " Nicki says
Standing up to count the votes
No one moves "All in favor of ‘All Eyes on
You'?" She is persuasive
Making hip-hop work in the pop world
And I got the beat for ya
Bumpin' in your trunk like a hump of funk punk
You want to jump but your jump got skunked
Pick 'em up ref, eight count his
Face you know it's on
I'm back in this bitch with another
Pocket full of fucking stones bitch!
I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
the land of sin
i close my eyes and i count to ten thousand
shit is still fucked up down at public housing
turn in the tv just to see my man on the news
no
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