Lyrics:
at the range
Obama '08, they screaming for change
Times when them fruit ain't have to be strange
When scrapes on your knees was the worst of your pain
Live in
Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come
on Sunday, oh by the way
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billie Joe was throwing somethin' off
woo hoo hoo
Woo
Well, the years come and gone
Since we heard the news about Billie Joe
Brother got married to Becky Thompson
And they bought 'em
own lives
[BeBe Winans]
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
[Michael Jackson]
When you're down and out
There seems no hope at all
Slumber if I ever go
Under this always gone
Remain a number one
Rather old or classic I'm
Micheal Jackson remember
the time rather old or
Classic I'm
remember the times before life fly by
This that blunt to my lips that got me on my shit
I can't tell its Hell or Heaven on this Earth
Even after birth man we
a teardrop, I got the streets in a headlock
Fly just like a skydiver, spirit, I can get manslaughter
Suicide doors on the Range Rover, depend on the time I
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
mighty! Go mighty!
(Run Bob, run!)
Go mighty! Go mighty!
Once there came a time for downtown to move
Bob got his lasso and Joe got his gun
There was
and there really gonna be somethin
I'm talkin lights, camera, action
Have me saying "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"
[P. Diddy]
It's time for some action
Camera's
and I often fall
One day I had enough and I called 911
I could have went from 9 to eleven by the time the police would come
They rang the bell of this
got a man, this'll be our secret
He plays for the Heat, well that's so convenient
I'm at the games all the time
While your man runs games, it's a shame
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
Come on Joe don't be slow.
Up, down, down, up. Come on Joe, time to go.
In, out, out, in. Do it if you love me Joe"
I know it's art for art's sake but
a song would you.
Jackson:
(Billy Ed Wheeler - Gaby Rogers)
Meryl & June
We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talkin' bout
that E-Roc and DJO from The Coup
Got my back at all times and at all costs
Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Point Blank
J-Post and Stone
Go JT
I got twenty-one guns like I'm Billie Joe
(Like I'm Billie Joe)
Walkin' steady by myself
down a lonely road (Down a lonely road)
I got
(Statik Selektah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They say it's live by the code
Die
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