Lyrics:
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.
You wore out a brand new trunk
Packin' and unpackin' your junk
Your daddy's mad, he's done got peeved
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
coursing through our veins
They’re my brothers Mr.PaleFace is the name
The William Bonney in my gang
Boy I’m quick to bang
(Hook)
Raised by the wolves
I
the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this bullshit
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
by the sun
你们都好像像沉默的羔羊
You all look like silent lambs
张开了锋利的牙齿把你们从皮肤给吃到了脑浆
Open my sharp teeth and eat your brain from your skin
奶奶她总是爱讲狼来了的故事
My
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
As long as you keep your head in his hands
[ella mae williams]
Eric
There is one thing I would like to say to you
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
Whatever
careless
Tell the boss
There's a bigger boss in the streets
We are not two pods in the peas
My racks got stolen by thieves
Got stolen by thieves
This cash
the summer
Can tell by their body language they're not happy and well
In their songs they're subliminally screaming for help
Niggas hide their pains with their
is the year
I'm predicting that I'll prolly be losing some friends
Please do not tell me about all of the bullshit
That y'all have been doing
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
and as the time went by
We found that we liked living free that way
I got me an old Cadillac just to have around
Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be
I
By William Clarke
You've got the Power
You've got the Power Ahoy
I-been to so many places not knowing just
What I'd find
I seen so many different
By William Clarke
Pack up your things children
'Cause Zion is waiting
Get yourselves together children
'Cause Zion is waiting
(Chorus)
Ride on Ride
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
The streets is mad right now (tell em' why we mad!)
Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town
'Cause I'ma strike down
Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks
a fond farewell
To Edison and Alexander Graham Bell
To Garibaldi and William Tell
Debbie Harry and Richard Hell
Grandmaster Melle Mell
Brothers Righteous,
you'll get bodied
Killers do killings for hobbies
I want a bad singing bitch to ride by me
Like Whitney did Bobby
With the future I'll take Ashanti
I'll
feel like that's whack
That'll get old quick, Robin Williams in "Jack"
Who the fuck is my antagonist?
Is it you? Is it you?
If it's you, let me tell
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