Lyrics:
1,2,3,4
We don't wanna be your enemy,
But when we're on the field,
It's red, white and green,
Get beat by the Irish,
Get beat by the Scots,
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
the moment
Moment of clarity, moment of silence
Burner on my waist, yet I'm saying stop the violence
Sitting on that white horse, look at prince valiant
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
the streets
Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
Since one cop was white the otha was
seek to find until your dying
'Cause I got too much to stay awake for
To sleep or even take four seconds out the game it's time to wage war
Scissors,
knives (soooo serious)
(Baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don`t ride
Cause I don`t like
It`s 3 t`s & fuck nights (soooo serious)
(Manny Fresh)
bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For
[Chorus: x2]
I want to talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfucking president
I want to talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfucking
VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]
Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
always creep
You always creep
You always creep
Ayo, uh, one, two, three, four
Kill Bill, Jackie Brown, Pulp Fiction, and Reservoir
Peep the lore,
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
Lookin' for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is one-three
I'm the other
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I want to do
Broke
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
One, two
One, two
One, two, three, four
This song is called Fences
I'm sitting in a room
Made up of only big white walls
And in the halls
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
[Chorus: x 2]
I want to talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfuckin president
I want to talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin
grief.
Verse 3:
Now she rests in history's shade,
A tale of ambitions grandly laid.
The moon untouched by her grace,
N-1's dreams lost in space.
the play
Lil' ol' scrawny nigga, for sure was catching fades
Raised by all women and still I never caved
Took it three times, extended from greatness, I
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
Shuttin down colliseums like Nassau asshole (Freezy where you been)
I took four years off
I went to Mecca, paid respect
And earned some checks for
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