Lyrics:
Gonna keep movin', gonna go to town
I come up hard, I come up gettin' down
There's only three things that's for sure
Taxes, death and trouble, oh
This
Down will come emcees fake shit and all!
Verse One: Method Man
On top I be the show shot
The bomb drop
After shot blow your bumba claat
the night is young
The rocks are bleak, the trees are bare
Iron clouds go floating by
Snowflakes fallin' in my hair
Beneath the gray and stormy sky
things move any faster,
By second wishing them to death.
You seem to be living on the level.
It's decent enough,
You got what you wanted.
So why do you
just get all the way down
This ain't no free as a bird
I'm gonna blow up a turd
I can win this all by myself
And I just might go all the way down
Stars are cold, the night is young.
The rocks are bleak, the trees are bare
Iron clouds go floatin' by
Snowflakes falling in my hair
Beneath
will be a beautiful death
I'm jumping out the window
I'm letting everything go
I'm letting everything go
Mmm, now this will be a beautiful death
I'm
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)
Cash rules everything around me ('cause you can't just get by no more)
C.R.E.A.M.
We're two kids hitching down the road of life
Our world, our fight
If we stand side by side (all night)
There's a chance we'll get by (and it's
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-Raw, I'm in the dub so go and let a nigga bump
'Cus I can tell by the way, tell tell by
system falls, melt down your skin
Let your life go, is now too late
Hold on your soul, choose your grave
Death by fire
You'll find death
Death by
London is drowning
I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
Well I realize I've been hypnotized
I love your gypsy eyes
I love your gypsy eyes
All right
Gypsy
Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
The Plague
The Living Death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's were working on a cure
That would
Bills are stacking and stacking up, and due by the end of the month
Mortgage sucks, I call it, "Queen Morgy", holding a blunt
Cause it's high, high
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
I fumble
Let the god have his say
'Cause there's a place that you can go
No one else is allowed
Sitting up on your cloud
So high when you look down
Just
This is the first tale of death in the world
When Cain struck down Abel, a family broken
Since then mankind's dominated his own kind
To insult
Well I realizes I've been hypnotized
I love you gypsy eyes
I love you gypsy eyes
All right
Gypsy
Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire
slice
Ride-outs and drive-bys, but deep down they're nice guys
Lookin' spectacular in my spectacles, all my bruddas are stylish and fashionable
Carry
scared woman, oh Lord Big Bill is by your side
Ain't you tired of see-sawing? Baby jump on my merry go round
Ain't you tired of see-sawing? Baby jump
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