Lyrics:
time that the nine wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'cause that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million
Jones
Along came long, lean, lanky Jones
Commercial came on, so I got up
To get myself a snack
You should've seen what was goin' on
By the time
came long, lean, lanky Jones
Commercial came on, so I got up to get myself a snack
You should've seen what was goin' on by the time that I got back
Down
Plaza, make a left-hand turn
I'm goin' down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs,
dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
the city up
As if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
(Bitch, I'm back out-)
Yeah
To the left of that
sucking at your life
Your master sucks the juice
Shoot, shoot, shooting at you
And the hangman's noose is loose
And you, you cry but no-one hears
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
fools go rolling by
It's food for thought, mobsters
Young people shoot their days away
I've seen talent thrown away
All you loan sharks!
The organ
Every prosecution hung, save the verdict for the lawyers
Illuminate the corn, I celebrate humanity and scream back at me in the morning
Every field in
of the soul step (soul step)
Set the exposure to my one step (one step)
This scene'll last to the next step (next step)
All those in favor take a big step
Hyde
All songs written and performed by Porno for Pyros
(c) 1992 I'll Hit You Back Music/Virgin-EMI Songs BMI
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission. All Rights
raw and they so fo' real, you niggas soft and you hoe fo' real
All of my dawgs, they 'bout it, 'bout it (I'm goin' too brazy)
Back goin' brazy
fools go rolling by
It's food for thought, mobsters
Young people shoot their days away
I've seen talent thrown away
All you loan sharks!
The organ
attemptin me
I'm A to the average be , respiratory??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
here)
Back against the wall on a call, tryna get home
Loved by a few, so everybody on your dizzown
You can't trust him, him, her, or him either
Better
Come On and Shoot
Come On and Shoot
Come On and Shoot
Reached out for survival
Then I stepped in my revival
2 Years back suicidal
Couldn't have done it
(workin' a fool, Dun Deal on the track)
I'm grippin' my tool (grippin')
Right when I dropped out of school (woo, woo)
And my dawg gon' shoot (baow, baow)
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
Came back had the hoes wet, than the sea
And I love to see a bad bitch on fleek
And I like my hoes dumb thick like Greek eyebrows
Smoke loud
I can't
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
it's Spaceb0i
(Ready to take off!)
I can behave myself
Mom taught me that
But I'm drunk
And I see that girl far in the back
She knows zoots and bottles
sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare
Shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best
And cover up the truth
clout, takovej nejsem
Chtěli by clout
Never back down, teď jenom up
Tyhle kecy už znám
Kdyby byl rap předmět, moje známka je 1
Chtěl bys to mít, ale
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