Lyrics:
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
beat was produced by Rob the Vikang
I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang
getting high tonight
Where women who make do getting by tonight
I like the life, but I ain't into courting
I'm only into spooning if it leads to forking
niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar
Spittin'
behind tent
Serving all day hitting corners getting bent
Time went by quick when we was kicking it
I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this
Black Tornado - Dan Bern from his album New American Language
I been speaking-
Later and later in the day-
Most days I don't talk
'til maybe 8
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
hear?)
Dumping tracks for the kids who truck for better funk
Man the wait was kind of brutal, but still it's the vibe
Ever cheering for the hip hop cause
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
shit is simple
Don't get lost, this is just the intro
Shotty plus a semi, double team with different tempos
And that's a metaphor for drive by
Change
ruin a fling, muhfuckas
Removing my dreams by all means my life ain’t keen
You the type to take pics dressed ya as a fiend
I bump fiend first album track
fucking beat, yeah
And a bank account with a high score
I want to be blinded by the spotlight
And go deaf from the cries of the crowd
I wanna drop albums
Here is the song "Am buchaille ban" which Capercaillie do a lovely
version of on their Crosswinds album. I was sent these words by John
Angus Macleod
I...
Bitch, this is success in this car
Death to the nagging, but who ain't fluently shitting on critics opinions
Don't you see this 'S' on my heart?
Kings they find them and hide them in the asylum in the catacomb modern day of Rome
Daughter of sodom when I turn in this album they want to try on my
depression took a lot of courage
I pray by this time that you've been encouraged
As I take out the pain that was locked in storage
Hope the moment you listened
hu...i said come to my sunday service
nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
the niggity nasty Jim Jones
boot ya in the head,
steal toes
grind
Tell me who saved me made it out the gutta
Livin' day to day that shit was a struggle
So now that I'm up all I can be is humble
Got me the bag
Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all
Mama I wrote you this song
So I can say wad I feel I know I don't tell this very often
But I really love you I'd never change on you by putting someone
much about it,
but I was good at it,
The cops they never heard about it,
I had a few friends who broke up over ends,
Man its funny how that shit just
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