Lyrics:
to breaking motherfuckers to pay up
I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes try to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mill, so I'm wishing
This ain't no nickle dime game that I'm peddling with
Mikie Rose said "Stop riding, it be dividing
Taking me out how I be vibing"
Packing hard like
the caterpillar's place is moving in a standing run
He said, "No brother, I just need some room to fly,
I spent all of my days just trying to keep dry
Oh I'd
Made up mumbling
No Real Words
No real Lyrics
Couldn't Tell Exactly Whats Said
Getting used to it
[Fatal Hussein]
I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets
Barkin' & playas drinkin' kegs til y'all niggas beg Martin
You labelled Paw nervous no
The
Going Gets Rough
I Ain't Scared Of
Your Brother
I Ain't Scared Of No Sheets
I Ain't Scare Of Nobody
Girl When The
Goin' Gets Mean
(L. T. B. Rap
someday
And every time I think about the words you've said
I'm reminded just to bite my tongue instead
Until every last lyric's left covered in red
Went to six flags
Six fags came up and said "ayo can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "oh it's wolf gang, Yonkers, goblin is my shit though"
Step back, get away, give the brother some room
You got to turn me up when the beat goes boom
Lyric to lyric, line to line
Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man
But I don't know if I should put it on this record,
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
Hey big brother, it's me, Leah
Remember at the old house, I said you was gonna be a big star one day?
I'm so proud of you
Mm-mm-mm, Polo G
Live
Lyrics and Music: Joe McAlinden
Feels like I'm goin' insane
I'm loosin' my brain
I can't stand the pain I'm feelin'
Open my arms, they don't reach
I
Dallas
Back in '89, I simply slid into place
Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face
A lot of kids was busting rhymes but they had no taste
Some said
you know, me creeping into a
Bit of lyrics in the middle, you know"
Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse
Soothe my feeling
Cumpleaños chica, no hay
like a steeplechase
MC soldiers, about face
Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you better
Promises are carved out of lust
With a fire in the heart
That burns with no regret
I vow to play the part
In this a meeting of the soul
My
bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his mother's stomach
Covered with the lyrics that kill
No bumper, right? 'cause
the streets when there's time for hangin' out
Gather, or rather form a circle around a loud
'Cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd
Is it
The first time I hit the wax it was the news of my block
Everybody in my neighborhood said "Puba don't stop"
It was a four-man crew, Don Barren
My
open
Hoping these lyrics will keep me coping
On the grind like copin', no time to bring the dope in
But this Nyquil got me feeling lit
It's been like 3
I said I'm geeked and I'm fired up (fired, fire)
All I want tonight is just get higher (high, high, high)
Girl, you look so good, it's to die for
the mob
I still would be deeper
'Cause I had lyrics back when I used to run with Keyvin
MC's step to me, butt-ass naked like "What's up?"
I said, "You
let's face reality
Punks and lack originality
No rap ability, total futility
Sounds like some other
Another brother? My ears are killin' me
Then prevails
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