Lyrics:
out zero
like you were young again
a man you haven't seen in years
ressurecting your deepest fears
returns a favor unto himself...
by turning us
a fuck who he
Shot out in Red Hook
Asked about Bone yeah, Bizzy was my man
'Tilhe beat me for ten grand and
Sold my Mac for seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
His
minute warning
Burn all your classified documents
And if cooler heads don't prevail
First strike from a political dead man
Appeasement only makes
Fuck all you niggas I'm yelling
This is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man
Ayo, what's up E man?
Yo coolin' PMD
True true man, I just been lampin' man
So what you been up to lately, man?
Just been loungin' man, you know
Ayo, what's up E man?
Yo coolin' PMD
True true man, I just been lampin' man
So what you been up to lately, man?
Just been loungin' man, you know
I guess)
(Oh, oh!) The magic of the moment snuck up on me
And caught me by surprise (Oh!)
And caught me by surprise (Oh!)
And caught me by
man)
I remember how you did me wrong
And now you're hurtin' 'cause my love is gone
Everybody gets a chance to burn
You can take it as a lesson
warm
Like August in November
In my pocket, getting warm
A value-vacant ember
O Canada
O Canada, your penny buys
Not much more than a pair of eyes
Red
buyin worth my boy got it man i swear to god man
i got my boy T--T.RED but we call him T.STREETS
WHY??
cuz if you fuck wit him he gonna get real streets
Flames
Surrounding us all
This all caused by them
Disease to this world
Time passes by
But our fate is cruel
Dealt by their hands
Nowhere left
[Intro]
Eh, yo, yo yo
This is Ying Yang Twins with a ghetto public service announcment (uh oh)
Red light (ohh), red light (ohh, ohh)
Stay by
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
My favorite TV shows, man
There's SportsCenter, ESPN News, Pardon the Interruption
Um, Around the Horn
Uh, Quite Frankly, um, Outside the Lines
When for the first time since I had walked in the door the music stopped
The heavy man at the piano took his cigarette out of his mouth
Poured a shot
Artist: Will Smith f/ Tra-Knox
Will:
Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin' (echoes)...
...Watch ya back, I'm comin...
[Man (singing):]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
nothing on me
Ah, come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
Man, oh, man, I just love Christmas
It's
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh cause I
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch
gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I hear
by you
Ah, the country's full
Of two-faced politicians
Who encourage you with words
That go like this
Burn your draft card if you like
It's good
it all comes back up
Ruin the only time I ever fell in love
They've got me by the balls, August, they got me
And I don't want to admit it
But I want
Yo what up, this is Bigg Snoop Dogg
Ayo Red Spyda, play that shit nigga
Yeah, Joe Beast and The Game
Aftermath Entertainment
Whoo Kid classic,
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