Lyrics:
The hydro twisted, this is dead soul's revival lyrics
Praise the Lord, raise the sword, engage in war (uh)
The roads are paved before me, chant my name in
been a good man, I've done nobody wrong
Have we left our ladies for the lyrics of a song?
That I'm not singing, I'm not singing
Tell me I'm not
Old man knocked on my front door
With my teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
I was raised by wonderful artists and I wish someday I will reach same level of gorgeousness
I wish my thoughts, my feelings, my name, my lyrics will
[Conversation]
Yo son, whatcha think about those Peas, though?
Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin' and stuff...
They
They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the buildin'
He had a mask on, 4-5, 'Why did you kill him?'
It was supposed to happen,
Nabrúsene sekery,
reťazové píly.
Strom prichádza o život
práve v tejto chvíli.
Cez ruky ochrancu
vytráca sa sila,
plač lesa prekrýva
motorová píla.
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
still stumblin and bumblin
Off the intro
So take it a step at a time, this dope rhyme
Be makin a note that it's
Refined by a skilled mind
This is
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
(Music by F. Krynojewski and V. Frerich)
The last days of mankind have arrived
All the prophecies of doom are true
Damnation
the vibe, that's word to Five, yo
Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
Hmm, hold up, shorty, hold up, bitch
Please
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
a lonely cabin with a son by another man
Five years she had waited for him as long as a woman can
As long as a woman can
I don't know what changed my
Lyrics by Jean-Luc Jirou-Najou
Ses bottes happées par la flaque de kérosène
Son estomac visqueux qui vidange ses bahlsen
Fumet du carburant qui
'round
The time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the
Heart of the 'Stuy so on the Fourth of July
We would always stop by
Man, I ran through the bush
You're forever forged by fire
The young GI said from his V A bed
Why you want to hang out with us broken men
When you could be spending your time
With
though I'm 5'8
And one ninety five pound on you niggas
So tall I can't even hear any of the sound you deliver
Me and my partners never see any
the tree I fell
Nine magic songs I got
From the famous son of
Boltorn, Besdas Father
And a drink I got
Of precious mead
Poured by Odrere
Then I became
and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt
Still Lex knows
Gasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico
Bricks Fifteen Five
Celine Dion ties
Two Thousand dollar bubble
Ride high dro burn my brain
Gotta let a boy I re-earn my thing
And my five pound germ might sing
A song, if you want to sing say Bling
And if you
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
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