Lyrics:
hometown,
Maybe you're the best on the block,
But by the time you make it in New York,
Your axe will be in hock.
Gettin' in the door will cost a fin
in the shadow of the Pole,
With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control?
Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you
happens to you in round two
Three by three
When it happens to me in round three
Four by four
With your hand on the door
In round four
Five by five
Cuts
a million of Y'all and only one of me(hey)
What happened to the village as far as I can see
It's been burned down by this modern day slavery
[Donovan:]
the state champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four by
on me when they wed
I'm like a member of the family
Three generations, you've handed me down
I'm in the drawer by your bed
Still the book you never
Year's Eve
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
(Reese Wilson)
I could stop right here turn this car around.
Walk back through the door put my suitcase down.
Tell you I'm sorry and things
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's
down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
Got to my kneest, I was
The three little pigs have done built up their home's
And the wolf's been chased from the door
And little Bo Peep has done found all her sheep
down like that
We can go to this place by the railroad track
It has a room with a view, just right for two
Equipped with the accessories to get you in
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah hurrah
The ants go
we're here by ourselves
Envision us as the night down
We'll say five, four, three, two, one
We'll be disturbing everyone
It's like World War I
Gathering
to bring me down
Never once it's always two more
He's knocking at my door again
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
so dumb now?
Hunt me or be hunted
I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's
the hours go by
Fall and then arise again
I hear the darkness breathe
Sunk into the horizon
Fall down
Let those tears come down
Let them fade away
a thousand circles
A man hit me
Saying that he’d be here in a minute
All I’ve got to do is wrap it
And bring it down to the rented
By now, it’s a little past
We kicking down your door (kick your door)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home (not baseball)
I'm so cutthroat I will cut
You in the throat
niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
selling door to door
Hang down your head and cry
Think of all the ways to get by
When that train arrives
She's gonna ride on to town
Molly May came
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