Lyrics:
truth
Too many lyrics 'bout houses and loot
Too many Walt Disney characters, mouses and goofs
I mean you know I love a challenge, but challenged by
keep on and
Rock the house!
Now I kick a lyric live, rip rockin rhymes
A line on time, a fine design
All the girls, look my way
All on mines
als ob ich im Kino wär
Es fiel mir nie so schwer
Ich musste die Lyrics auf den Punkt bring'n
Denn ich wollte werden wie
Biggie Smallz aus Brooklyn
Und
Ah yea party people, here we go
Party people, rocks da house
Party people, rocks da house
Party people, rocks da house
Party people, rocks da
course I'm under par
Metro-Goldwyn wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But can't get no place with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I
course I'm under par
Metro-Goldwyn wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But can't get no place with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
Sitting by the river
Thinking about the days gone by
And an old lover who got away
How I mourn the passage of time
I feel inspired to jot it down
together again
Oh, the potter wants to put you back together again
You who are broken, stop by the potter's house
You who need mending, stop by
the house, (we in duh house)
The thugs is in the house, (we turn it out)
The thugs is in the house, (we in duh house)
The thugs is in the house, (we turnin'
And at the golf course I'm under par
And in Hollywood they wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But I can't get no place with you
You're so
mom's house...
[Chorus]
[King T]
To all my G's rock on
get your ride on - when you hear it
The forbidden Gangland lyric
Player Haters fear it
Alright, look
I seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right now
There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric
Can out-rap
Welcome to the 9's house
Just kicked down the door and I came running out (zyoom)
Heard they waiting on me, what about it? (what about it though?)
I
competition
I run my lyrics like
The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen
The House Of Pain in effect, y'all
I say the House Of Pain is in effect
You know
rang now
Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggas all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and you're
featuring Nas
[Nas]
Spit at the world
My lyrics I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl spit on the Dutch and finish
level
High passed treble, If you meddle, we'll use metal
These lyrics are pumped by the fuel of the streets, my drive was on E
Until I got a refill,
tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell
tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell
tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell
(Okay)
What do you mean?
Do you see this ice on my neck?
Done dripped down and bought some baguettes
Don't need a ticket flying jet
Lyrics hitting
of the jokes
In year 7, I was jumped by some blokes
Yeah, I had my fair share
And the teachers didn't care
They would watch and turn a blind eye
I thought might
know I'm coming to torture
I off ya
Hide ya wife hide ya daughter
Carry the rhythm
The lyric gon get em
Carry the rhythm
The lyric gon get em
Carry
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