Lyrics:
Eye Could Tell By The Color Of Ur
Nrg Field
U Thought This Game Was Over
Chemical Peel
U Tried 2 Do Me Like My Good Brother Steve
But Eye Got Another
I could tell by the color of your energy field
U thought this game was over
Chemical peel
You tried to do me like my good brother Steve
But I got
up the vertical rays
In their summer dresses
A little smile can really make your day
Their kisses feel like real kisses
And when they cry they cry
Oh sage born out of the pot, Oh ocean of mercy
I have heard all yanthras and manthras pertaining to Hanuman
From what has been told by you to me
through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of trees, forever
By the blue, purple, yellow, red water
On the green, orange, violet mass
A mój gang pali haze
Mój gang wierny jest
Mój gang by kurwa zabił cie
Zawsze obok mnie jest
Cały mój gang
Cały mój gang
Nie podchodź lepiej nie
Bo
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
his Jeri Curl Juice
It's off the wall, Mike
Your asshole's loose
Hope in jail you're harassed when
Giving up your ass
A vertical gash with a surgical
composition, balance, light," Dot, I cannot read this word
"Harmony"
Sunday
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass
Pull up with the squad like
Ready or not
The kingdom's come
Steady your guard
Stay prayed up
Glory to God
We're ready to march
Ready for war
Pull up with
So damn fly
So damn fly
I'm airbound
Shuttin shit down everytime we around
You know that we be cookin up
Cookin up
My squad, you should look us up
Woah Woah
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack
To a rack
Turnt it
at the end it will be
Qu33zy with all of his fans and his squad we raised in the north but I'm bringing the E
That energy that I make with all my songs I bring
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don
bitch made
You's a switchblade nigga I'm
A fucking cannon the 22, I'm a 347 Magnum
You's a handgun, homie we at? squad
Dudes better thank God
Man we
down
Your bitch is just like a frog
And she just be hoppin' around
Whole squad be pipin' it down
That Peas and Carrots, that OF
Gun fights with no vests
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
far rhymes, my squad shines, Its turn to eat again
Motivated by cats who would never see the street again
See him in the next life cause that's
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
by her, embraced by her, entranced by her, enshrined by ever
Calming presence of those hands that held us when we sought our lives
Among these churning
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
die, motherfucker
Yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey
My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what?
Dip set, fuck nigga, now what?
The west side, fuck nigga, now what?
The year is 2000. All the real motherfuckers left
PMD Def Squad & Hit Squad and the virus
I'll tell you who I be (check it)
Erick
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