Lyrics:
at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by the way I'mma see
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
amused, by the moves, that i do baby
Wir sind Kids aus kalten 2000ern, haben loose pants und big hoodies an
Spielen groß auf, doch im Innern klein', sind
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
Brr, Lord let me catch my drift, ah
Roll a big chopper
While the ride getting wiped down
The white I got right now
Will turn your wife light-brown
in the prairie
To die by a ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble his
Chances for life were too slim
Where they were putting his body
Was all
on the prairie
To die by a Ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble
His chances for life were too slim
Where they were putting his body
Was all that
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
the dirt when it's thirst and death flirts
And we're all just spokes in a big ol' wheel (stay alert)
Hopin', turnin', tryna roll uphill
Twist that cap,
open your mouth
And they say that they'll leave yo ass dead
Dont know why they pressed
They scared 'cause I'm death
Spoke under my breath
Then I shot 'em
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
to my CD
You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me
Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP
But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject
I'll even give
Ray Dogg:
It was 1987/tha year we drop Notorious it's all good/
we already gettin' that props in our neighborhood/
just then our crew would
straps hit rats rolling in them buckets
[Chorus]
Born Allah, can't hide y'all, Chief Big Balls
Sweet Daddy Amazing grace came to blaze the place
So I forgot something man
I forgot how many people in here have the "And justice for all" album
Yeah, you're right
I counted and I was a few off man,
to cheat on, I cheat death
New album, no repeat, I reset
Everything I deliver swingin' like new jack
Two of 'em, I total, Kim and Pam
Me and Death
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
blood death shall not have its toll
And I am just a writer attempting to aid the Holy role
So please take a seat, but the album on repeat
Close your eyes
Artist: Big Ham and Mick Fury
Song Title: The Depths
Album: Thoughts Of The Mind
Typed By: aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com
(Rain Drops)
Big Ham:
As I
me?
Picture myself a old man a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liars all day
Time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
Been alive 1000 years
To God i swear I've seen it all
Tryna live my best life
Cuz death, ain't knocking at the door
Killed a lot vamps a couple 1000s
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