Search results for 'Traffic and Roads Policing Unit'

policing the people is
"Please return to your homes"
You get a people determined to take
A turn in the strobe

I found something in the woods
I wanna show

The Runaway

Plan B

Ill Manors

2012

a exit
'Cause the road ahead was long, and full of unexpected
Twists and turns, she learned inadvertently
How to cope with life's little moments

the blinds to go guy
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

B, T, double G

Moved every unit now hes punching the clock
But delco traffic drives him bananas
Gonna put

of the roads
Seen the Poor seen the rich
But it ain't about the money
what's In your heart not on your wrist
I done seen dusty roads you can get it two for six
I

kitchen right now let me get it
Gucci socks hug my toe when I'm steppin' out n traffic
VVS diamonds on my pinky ring ain't no cappin'
All my Bathing Apes

the thing that matters
I be living lavish
Ain't ever lacking
Moving them units in traffic
Don't fuck with the bosses boy
You ain't ever seen the causes boy

Uncle Germ out there in Houston
Caught in traffic
Moving units
Streets had taught him
Speak it fluent
Imma product of the narcotics
Circling my inner city

Change

Lloyd Banks

Rotten Apple

2006

I'm dope
I'm on scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rot
This apple jacks, way long before

Change

Lloyd Banks

Rotten Apple [Clean]

2006

traffic stop
A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax

Take a step back

Trap game slow
I'm not the road doing routes
Trynna make shit flow
No 9-5 I got my dawg on my side on go
And if I'm tied that's on god he gone book

Swerving through this traffic I've been on the road to riches
I got rid of extra baggage, won't let nothing slow the mission
I could never do

aside jy, the road is long
And gassed up rappers are traffic backed up
On the N1 highway
But I'm a fighter pilot Jet
The knight in Flights
At night take

Runaway

Plan B

Ill Manors

2012

runnings are illegal and your cargo live in fear
The path was now clear, but only for a exit
'Cause the road ahead was long, and full of unexpected
Twists

know that I'm a savage
That pump on ya back make you back flip
Red beam make you stop with no traffic
Don't come after me you no ad-lib
Throw me in

through my jungle 
The South side of Africa 
The home of road accidents gangsters and sex traffickers 
Where you could be driving in traffic with some

on the phone
Plastic fake ass she be schemin' on the road
Traffic smoke grass shit be gettin really slow
Henny in my cup shit gettin strong
Poppin up a bean

that be makin me laugh
Yo bitch a pain in my ass
Pimp that hoe out'n take her cash
This life is up for the grabs
On the dirt road in the
Back eating blue

Road unasaka Pete, hah Me Ndio Chanda Chema
Speed is real mafala wanataka skia nikihema hhhhuh

So far mistari napaka utadhani me verse man

Game pia ni