Lyrics:
at that station this is not a game
Tennis chains they hit hard I got like seven of em
Twenty dollars each fucking shrimp I bought 11 of em
I done got that
times with him cause I was taking xans
I got a close friend, he got his sentence years ago
He got 11 in and still got 9 years to go
He said my day ones
p4n
I want the world up in my hands
But thats God's job and he's got it man
11:27 writin' raps up in my bedroom
Private message me the move cause I'm
Blue jersey chati pe sahara
11 saal baad history repeat
Unki chati pe sahara yape 500012
Mai likhu bars karu impress
Depressed tu, deep rest le, sleep
the Glock with the button
I flip the semi-switch on the Mac 11 (Got Damn)
Act like you want smoke with a 9
Gon' see a ghetto up in heaven
I'm on another
11 Minutes and 31 Seconds,
Back with more shit music for your eardrums
(Audio Jungle)
She tryna fuck for the bands
(yah)
She trying her luck for
down, yea yea
Rolex on my wrist, comfortable (table)
9 11 red like the devil (devil)
No meat, straight vegetable
All my n***** living comfortable
down, yea yea
Rolex on my wrist, comfortable (table)
9 11 red like the devil (devil)
No meat, straight vegetable
All my niggas living comfortable
the way i'm tryna up the score
With the guys already know
See me then he duck his fro
Mac 11, extendo clips, 100 shots I let em blow
I ain't made a song
six pack
Pero si soy el cabron que siempre la parte en el track (yao)
Yo desde los 11 rapeando con mi snapback
Y tu vato fracasando en ser el mejor
leaves
I love the winter snow
I like the springtime breeze
I like the summer roads
I like to think about my life, 11 years ago
When I was growing up, in
Explotar El Vuelo... Como El 11 De Septiembre...
Usted No Entiende... Como Vencerme...
Ya Que Tengo El Conocimiento Que Muchos No Tienen...
Repleto De
My pencil flowing like water this chapter 11 juice mazelee the author
Die for this game like a martyr then doctor it up like dwayne micheal carter
I
É os menó vida Loka do DDD 11
Vem, que hoje nois tamo na rua
Perdido e lombrado e com olhar embaçado
E somente guiado pela luz da lua
Reflexo na
brown body
See da Mac 11 in da crowd
I ain't gon look cute wit dis bitch ima run down n shoot wit dis bitch
Me micheal Vick wit da stick I'm da truth wit
Same routine everyday for a couple years
Ain't no wonder why I ain't found my outta here
Waking up at 11, half the day is gone
And struggling for
finna do it one time, for the one time
Hit it one time, she was all mine
Size 10 1/2 - 11, that's a strong sign
Probably don't even want her back if
heaven
I'm tired of these fake MCs who look like they 11
I'm too old for this shit like Lethal Weapon
But i'm 25
Too young to be a bitter old man so I gets
perfect man.
8/11/98, God blessed me with a perfect baby girl,
such in a perfect world,
I cried when she took her first breath,
why God? when this world is
Mac-11 yea That's heavyweight
When I cock it make em Defecate when I lift it up
Ima let spray ima lift em Up into heavens gates Gotta hit em up I can't
work 5 days
Sometimes it's 7 with 11 hour time frames!
"You free in mind but not in body you are my slave"
Thats what them corporations telling you
仿佛这个世界充满真情意
当春风送来了蜂蜜
摇醒了大地
花儿在{11
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