Lyrics:
wedding were
crying out:
“Ali’s on the grill”
referring to
Ali Dawbsheh,
whose 18
month-old body
they’d burned
to death.
2.
Dilapidated shacks
or even
[Mr Duke speaking]
This jam right here is dedicated
To all you motherfucker that ain't right here
You're supposed to be right here with me,
all I can see
You're my everything
Everything, Madelynn
Tell me, tell me
I will strike down your enemies
With my own two hands and my own two feet
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
loyalty, Queen, death before dishonor
Take a charge and do a bid for you, guilty, your honor
You my every day thought, Queen, my Nubian notion
Kill
codes
Shut down the event
All them niggas stories made up you really believe them?
That nigga dead got hit in his leg and gave up his weed man
My plug be
break it down the record now
Gotta break it down
Rhymin this flow on the go
C'mon get it now
Yeah...
I'm saying we went from Gods to niggas
From queens
I stayed on the West Coast
And I'm the queen with the most
I fuck with the East Coast niggas
(Hey baby, hey baby I'm from the East Coast
I recognize
it's so hard to let go
Hard for me to let go of you
Remember days of what we'd do
Us two were the crew
Your queen sized bed up in the room
Smoke'd plume
Wolf is amazing
Dedicated to my girl, Aliyah, you the only one in the world
That make me laugh and feel proud and feel blessed
That I got you, let me
Everything come & go but I never lost you
This uh forever precious moment We goin be All Good
Through all the strong holds I still say I do
By my
Stoner Bitch
By: The Kottonmouth Kings
I need a stoner bitch
I need a sto-sto-sto-stoner bitch
I need a sto-sto-sto-sto-sto stoner bitch
Repeat x2
Stuck behind a chicken truck
My baby sleeping in the back
Driving out the demons
As the feathers blow on past
Burning up the sky
Two crackers in
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
a liar
But gimme, gimme
My middle leg get you skimmy
Take this shit like a shot of Remi
Bend over let me introduce you to Rover
Until it's over
Now
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
We're fighting, fucking, Pain or nothing
I'm needing something, I'm hanging by a thread
And here we go
On the Carousel again
And here we go
A death
Roughneck (Vladopus9 Version)
Workin' on an oil rig, in the Gulf of Mexico
Two weeks on and two weeks off, that jobs just like death row.
You could
of a prophetess
I grew a heart, a arm, two legs, a arm, a head
That spell a Allah, popped out a beacon of light
Can't keep me in the dark, hell nah
They want me
Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga)
Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn')
(Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz)
Dedicated to my son, that's about to be born
So by the time you people hear this record, my son'll be born
And I gotta teach him about life
lady luck will hear my wish's
Instead of treatin me like a stranger
And Mr.Death plucks my people one by one
It's a cold world, and i'm one of the last
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
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