Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
outfits shine
Heavy on rocks and platinum time clarity crystal clear
That's how I know a picture near
Been coolin', time to stir the pot
Dapper Dan did
shop in the spot like a water moccasin by the dock
And lock the heart rate straight into mach
Three when i drop these seeds in the funnel direct
Channel
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2,
hell, never lived so well
Rock n' roll could save our souls
Crazy kids, dying to live like our heroes did
Gone in flash, wasn't built to last
Spent all
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
Remember I used to rock Robin's everywhere
Now it's Mike Amiri
I got a closet full of pairs
Used to live in the hood
I thought it was monsters under
No sleep, I'm lookin' forty
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas
Over a hot
Will you sing me to sleep with three chord blues?
Yeah, punk rock is dead
It's gonna grow up anatomic too
Standing in your five o'clock
Waiting in your
Will you sing me to sleep with three chord blues?
Yeah, punk rock is dead
It's gonna grow up anatomic too
Standing in your five o'clock
Waiting in your
I'm called the Mad Scientist Extra P
About to set up shop and drop this next degree
On the masses, yeah it's the live guy with glasses
and woved
Behold gold for the people equal, fresh on the weekend
Wu-Tang, Biggie smalls live at the beacon
Backstage drinks on the house the show was
a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you
Verse one: xzibit
(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic
covered by water?"
How much is granite?" 'True I Master Equality'
God body be flowing like the chi energy inside your artery
Faithful as a polished rock
biting tongue, I'm going off here
Feel we got the game by curly short hairs
We wanna live in this world
To be the one thing you never could change
Half
amends for this beautiful mess
And get a good story I could stick to
Said I don't like rock and roll
But I don't want to stay at home
I just stopped by
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,
am rock
I cannot move
I cannot walk
I cannot pace away my anxious state
I awake soaked
Startled, and lost
Life's going by
Soon enough
So am I
Live it
[A.D.O.R.]
Man Pete Rock
Pure celebration, for all this generation
Ha... worldwide
It gets hot baby, representing, metropolis
[Verse One]
if I was too arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rats
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty-three hours in
the best
No matter where life takes you
Come home to the West
Survival takes more than just gats and guns
That's words to live by
From a father to a son
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