Lyrics:
the next day
And expect us to be home
When you get there
But let me tell you something
The sisters aren't going for that no more
'Cause we realize two
in yo gang
I'm givin a fuck
I be the one that's gunnin for fun
Sin City gang with a ??
You can hang with the Sin City gang
Fuck no
I'm ridin
przodu
Wreszcie perspektywy by nie dostać wyroku
Nowa płyta jakoś z boku trzeba odnaleźć się w tym tłumie
No bo co no bo mogę poszedłem dobrym skrótem
let’s start a cult
There’ll be panic at the Manic Inn, but no one’s going to know
I’ve got a list of things I want to do with you
I’ve also got a list
whine walked up in the club
Saw you standing there
Looked around and saw that
No one could compare to you
Only thing that I would do to ya
My body is
to the end
Ghosts will haunt the streets
Where we have laughed and cried
Still, we found our place
Found a better life is there time to cry
Drink to last
you had some figures you will be just like me
Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I shining like a light be
Niggaz talking yep in there muthafuckin throwback
if ya really feel me
I'm a cold blooded assassin
And tonight I come to leave ya cipher chilly
"And we must believe that no one will criticize us for
my chest
Pour out of myself
And in a corner I should rest
Rain there in the shelf
Then I'd be soaked up
By words of mountaintops
To finally have spoken
1st Verse:
Sitting home alone,Waiting by the phone
You told me to meet you there How'd we end up here
So the plans were made
But then you made
terrorist
When time we drop this like a bomb
The Kontraband
Off the pain upon (?)
Whenever I perform
See the youths dem form like Voltron
We no
[Syke talking]
Ain't been no love around here for a long time
When the love gon' come back
Huh, I don't know, I don't know
But till then, keep
I ain't got no bonds
They ain't gonna give me no bonds cause they know I'm gonna run
These white bitches will make nigga ass feel it
They got me
laughing?
There I said I'm a man of fortune
I'm a man that's free
But life without you keeps hunting me (hey-ey)
(No-ey-ah-ah-ay)
You're not
While the kids are left out for their street education
And so called freedom is obtained by good looks or a gun
And money changes laws no matter what
With napalm, we're villains, we're burning the children
To death, Obsessed
Put there by liars, the money messiahs, decay, obey
Shoot, kill, good will
hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's
Know The Feelin Is Right
Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy You Know The Feelin Is Right
Oh Boy Oh Boy
Boy You Better Help Me Out
There Is Something You Should
What might seem easy ain't so breezy
And when you're out of luck
No one will pick you up
And when you're under
Then you'll wonder
Aah
Batting
And every single day,
I watch as my neighbors pray:
"Please don't fill our world with hate."
And when will the world see
There aren't any bad seeds?
for dimes
It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
Sports trivia, Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins?
Georgia Tech Yellow jackets, Iller by
you know the feelin' is right
(Oh boy, Oh boy, Oh boy, you know the feelin' is right)
(Oh boy, Oh boy)
Boy, you better help me out
There is
The moon is afraid to come out tonight
They'll be no dinners by candlelight
There is an aura of doom in the air
And a storm out at sea
Every Picasso
Comical it's been so far the times that
Led us where we are and all the scars
That grade the mark
Some will fade and
Some will pass by in
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