Lyrics:
Take that ride
But I want your little sister by your side
Maybe little later we can all collide
Do our lovin' like a rollin' stone
Time on me is wasted
lungs
The streets was requesting some original LL
A soundtrack for niggas that was raised in {hell}
They looking for a leader that can guide 'em
No sense of harmony, no sense of time
Don't mention harmony, say
"What is it? What is it? What is it?"
Give a little shock, and he raises his hand
grinder, I'll settle vendettas a little later
Givin' haters incubators, think you made a mistake
By sayin' Shady was ghost, I ain't even close to the gate
never can behave
You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic
Music all around me, crazy music, music that keeps calling me so
Baby close
at this time
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, new
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the hype
Goodman, my good man, goodbye
Seems like every year people like
You come waltzin' by
Drift in and outa here, like a butterfly
I've seen 'em come and go
snowing?
Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grizzly reaper
never can behave
You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic
There's music all around me
Crazy music, music that keeps calling me so
Baby
to die; choose 10
And if he don't die then he probably do ‘em again
From passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy
No respect for humanity, they
never can behave
You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic
There´s music all around me
Crazy music, music that keeps calling me so
Very
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off,
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga
Or a three-dollar ticket under Friday night lights
To see a home team give 'em hell
You're only here for a little while
Then do somethin' that makes you smile
a little bitch, little balls, little dick
Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane
We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything
of 'em
Make some money out of 'em at least
This fits me perfect
Give it to me
Hey, if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us
We'll give it
to sing it all up for me"
Won't you just give them a little bit of
Some kind of emotion on your face like
"Oh I'm feeling something even
Though we’re not
he'd be a little boy
But he'll get taller as the time goes by
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy
But pretty soon he'll hear the other boys
By my post, I'm standing guard
Baby hopes for roses in the front yard
I don't know my enemy's name
Baby takes the little one to a
Baseball game
do anything for Monster Crack
Give away her body, steal from her brother
Fight her father or sell her mother
Cause when you're possessed by Crack, God
was in slow motion, and I beat 'em like they stole it
'Specially rolling off a little ecstasy (ecstasy)
I'm a hurricane sipper (sipper)
Make 'em see
white lace hanky marked the text that she would use
She'd breathe into that microphone and send us all to hell
She had a guitar picker by the name
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