Lyrics:
[Tragedy]
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No doubt
Thug shit... for your ear
Yeah...Two-Five
[Tragedy]
It go one for my real niggas, two for the bass
Three
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Okay one, two, three, two, two
Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
She's not a lady doctor at all
She's got hands like a man with hair
a thing
It take heart to do what i do
I get love by the 3s
July 28th my oldest was brought to me
Miracle from above
A treasure from him to me
I shaped
Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time
Now I'm a three hundred pound red neck rebel
I'm a God-fearing man, who's
to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was
It's Whateva Wit Us
Three 6 Mafia f/ Youngbloodz, Ying Yang Twins
Chorus DJ Paul
What you bitches wanna do ('cause it's whateva wit us)
What you
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it god damn!
So who's that
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
world got comin'
Its hard to live by the rules when your lil girl got nothin, you strugglin'
He facin' life and 40 years, bein' lawyer to his peers,
goes out to my money earnin Mount Vernon crew
J. Daddy, James Huff, Pete Rock, Nick Love
Trak Boogie, and my man Chris Hughley
(You've got a)
Yeah
Only1...Tipy
True story
I got some shit to tell ya'll
Lets Go
December 19th, 1986
80's baby delivered by Dr. Robinowitz
A real crack baby cut
LAST GIRLS
alternative rock, blues, grunge, nu metal, rock stoner, slow rock, ballad, beat, melancholic
[Verse]
Dancing in the moonlight glow
We
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
keep listening in
We got suprizes to
Give away, we're gonna spin the wheel
We got some guests here on Hard Rock FM
Give me three hundred Russian Spetnaz
spell it, we still got beats
Don't question how we live, question what we give
Take it to the next leave 'em where they can't see me
Still they
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
that brooklyn shit
It's the day
Yeah we gonna da that shit
We gonna give it to them in style right'
Yeah yeah
China, who we rock one for
Who we rock
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
Yo this Chris Rock
I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose
That's how we do it
That's all we do
Belaire Rose!
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
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