Lyrics:
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
and me
I knew from the way we were talking
You and I meant to be
And the way you look right through me
I can tell we have history
I don't say this often
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
by signage totin' toolies
We spinnin' back again
Lil bro you can't be scared, you gotta use it
He might get clapped again
Lil bro gone get 'em dead if
The look on Dad's face when Johnny left with a man
Okay but that's ok
We're all fucked in our own way
My slaves they love me
Got problems with my money be
‘Whoo!
(RIC FLAIR voice) Did you feel that? Did
You sense the sublime finesse and technique
Just then? You should be grateful you
Should be grateful for me
This is the city of the dead
As we lie side by side in bed
I'd do something else instead
But it is the city of the dead
We went out kickin'
of high that make you call your kinfolks
And tell "Loc, Johnny's dead
A fourteen-year-old kid put a nine to his head
All because he wanted that gear he was
zone"
Get you away from all other harm
And I swear we’ll be rich no freemasons
Pizza man whipping up dough
Long nights by the stove
I swear I seen my
[Johnny Blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast',
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Johnny Kane, bitch
I be up early getting money
Nigga, no, I'm not a dummy, nah
Spraying shells out the Glock
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
Step by step yeah I'll never stop
I've come too far to be quittin' now
So I'll keep on going till I reach the top
Listen to your heart, coz it speaks
to dig up in my pockets
It'll be a catastrophic little situation
And I'll be leaving him laying dead
And gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus
with dirt.
"It must be dead," I said to her,
as I turned to leave.
"No, it's alive," she cried. "Just before you got here,
I swear, I saw it
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
help, I did this shit all by my own
Gotta keep on going, they say life is not drag race
May not be the first but I could never come in last place
Pockets
the stomach
I put my hand to the sky, I sing
Grateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was
Down
A leech I'll never be
She a treesh all in them streets
God gave a god one to me
Might go and by her a ring
Hope that god can come and save me from this
packed with all these lame lil motherfuckers
Everybody wanna be a hard stopper
You won't find too many riding out without a chopper
They end up dead
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
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