Lyrics:
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
Every night she sleeps alone
And by her bed she puts the phone
And every morning after that
She takes the phone and puts it back
He's got
y'all
Cause I'm rollin' over
Rappers like a U.S. tank
Meanwhile laughin' all the way to the bank
Get the picture (3x)
Suckers
Tried to put me down
Siad
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
the megaphone
I'll shout it on the count of three
One, two, three
Oh, hear my prayer tonight, I'm singing to the sky
Give me strength to raise my voice, let
turn over three new leafs
You live right by the code or get left like three two three
I'm a tribe called quest, I'm the new g
I'm here going dumber
I believe in God the Father
Jesus Christ, His only Son
And the blessed Holy Spirit
Distinct, yet three in one
I believe there is forgiveness
For
born.
Some birthday!
Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath
We sat all night around a table
Trying to string three words together
Time has come and by the way, mine's a double
By the way, mine's a double
(GGP)
I ain't had no sleep in three weeks
In my bed is three freaks
I got all the money
And I'm just
Smokin' on this tree-tree, gettin' head
old violin?
Just one more and we'll be through.
And then he cried one give me one dollar,
Who'll make it two only two dollars who'll make it three
don't get higher
(Work)
No cosigns to a dick rider (Fuck outta here)
I'ma shoot that nigga if they get by us
(Mula, it goes)
One, two, three, four, death
March!
One, two, three, four
March, two, three, four
It's a Friday night and I'm at table nine
When I see his eyes dancing over to mine
He's
Earth, stream, and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island
My sunsets fade
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after
a three-five
Sell a halftime at halftime
It's halftime, halftime
Keep a lil steel by my belt line
FN leave you with an outline
And you'll only see me at halftime
three bands
Now I'm the one everyone call on
'cause I got deep pants
Bro told me the way to beat the
Game is on the defense and
Never fazed by names that
2, we both knew you looked at me
The way I looked at you
Day 3, you take me
If love stood to stand a chance
I would've stood by you
But it was
me you need your plan your long heavity
Before you die broke like Sammy Davis junior
The solar, followed by the looter, followed by the solar
tapes, yeah, forever
Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time
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