Lyrics:
rhyma
Pushin' the dime-a, Chrysla
100,000 was the price-a
While you still crappin' out on the Dice-a
My style gets nice-a and nice-a
The blood riser, open
to ride
[King Jacob]
Young guys, a consolation prize, show 'em what they won guys
Keep your woman tongue tied, probably already hit a hundred and one
a elle-même scié
Vaut mieux la respecter
Ça y est Mémé encore 100 mètres et la v'là arrivée
Devant tous les commerçants qui se sont mis à paniquer
Les
not the same, temptation gets the best of you
This is an ode to my enemies livin' that
Hundred and three degrees black seas and
Brown trees,
hundred and three.
The papers are sayin' that love is passe
The poets are striking, but not for the pay
And they won't write, till you come
Back
Nobody move nobody get hurt or gets hawed off
Like Jadakiss, "Kiss Tha Game Goodbye", these niggas is soft
Pedal to the metal matchin doin about a 100
for the open wounds, the smell of death
Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh
Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter
A hundred
I am watching a hundred thousand suns that set forever
I am walking the crumbling walls that wilt into the desert
I built this dusty place
Visite médicale: anormal est mon état
Zéro au moral, plus la matinale gaule
Mes dents me font mal, j'ai des boutons dans le dos
Passi fait les 100 pas,
Fiorucci nightmare, asshole's dream
Spend all your money on the fashion machine
Spots and stripes and spandex pants
Pay a hundred dollars to learn
splifted, I remain gifted
100% proof after sifted
no one's safe
This music mogul rollin wit a hundred soldiers
Gangstas we postal
Oh you didn't, want to know whose life Was Written
The life I'm
I'm waiting for this to finally come undone.
I'm waiting for this to suddenly fall down.
Command is q.
I've tried a hundred times.
Impossible
the cries
On this ordinary day
JFK has gone
And witnessed by a hundred million eyes
Who saw him fall - asking why
His mantra was a paragram of ken I die
changed like
The birdman daddy keeps the bricks taped tight
A hundred of them things got my chips same night
Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny ass
[Southstar]
Rip your shirts off and let me see you raise it up
Spark the L let me see ya blaze it up
Player what, i'm lampin' deep in the cut
VIP 100 girls
down
O-oh
Your friends accommodate your darker phase
And then you find it's been a hundred days
When's the last time you remember feeling safe?
heaven one day.
Far away on the other side.
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five.
The night was heavy and the air was alive,
But she couldn't
I've been drivin and I've been thinking.
For a least a hundred miles.
And I'm seeing a lot of things I never saw before.
For the first time
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce
I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see
I
full of hundred stacks
Rich cats lose it all fuckin' with P packs
People say make the money change things around you
And not you, but that's some hard
hundred storeys high
People getting loose, y'all, they're getting down on the roof
Folks are screaming out of control, it was so entertaining
When that
birthday dear Katrina
We hope you have a lovely time
A few of us guys got together
And we bought you a cask of cheap white wine
There are 100 people here
a hundred times what's going on
But it went through one ear and out the other one
Why can't I take a palm tree home with me?
For the memory of you when
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