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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
of the jungle Getting this cake like I'm entermains Whole lotta cash by the bundle Pull up the whip matchin all the tints They know a nigga a huncho All black
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
lost and had no advice But I feel like I was one to blame Until an angel came in my life Then suddenly I felt like I was saved To the Father, Son
just pray, yeah I just pray, yeah For success, it makes possible Just writing music that Grammys no longer reward Lyric of greatness By meaning what you
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
What?" Pumpin' In The Cell By Myself, 'cause I Don't want to Hurt No-bo-dy [Chorus - Drag-on] I'm That Hood, I'm Those Streets I'm Them Lyrics
white-tee, bout to turn red And I don't give a fuck When I'm a sitting before the judge, "yeah, I did it. what?" Pumpin' in the cell by myself, 'cause I
still stumblin and bumblin Off the intro So take it a step at a time, this dope rhyme Be makin a note that it's Refined by a skilled mind This is
The height by great men and women reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upwards in
The Shell (Lyrics by Nickolas Paquin, François Charest & Guillaume Lehoux) (Music by Nickolas Paquin, François Charest & Peacefull) Little man
the student kills the teacher Any last words before I send you to your dream? Hold my hands and pray [lyrics in Creole] You don't got knowledge
it, map it, we can score it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my lyrics and two shotties
to the safe) Son runs our state Carrying coke by the weight (weight) Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (weed gate) And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (dirty) 12
Lately, I´m not listening to music, not listening to music Empty lyrics empty music Worthless singers run by profit Lately, I´m not listening
ak deodorant gillette M’son loco´ k motive, men m’still varye ak pasyon Lyric soumaren ki ka nwaye yon pwason M’ap fè buzz sou internet gen internautes
What can I say my son? What a smile on her face When I wrote to her from the jail Waiting for the case And moving, breathing calmly Inaudibly, with
gettin' burnt by the sun When you come like an orgasm makin' mad noise Talk a whole lotta shit, like I'm supposed to lose my poise Man, I'm way past
the matrix, eyes closed, naked Patron got you wasted, eyes red, hays lit You locked cause girls tell now you spend days in The jail cells pacing three by three
a lady son Make sure you say your prayers on a daily son I real man takes care of his family By any means son I hope you understand me Footprints in
to listen I started spittin, that's why the brick niggas be lickin They stay on magazine printing equipments And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your
Yeahhh O.G. Rrra ratatatatatata Make some noise Rapapapapapapa O.G. by night c'est le son qui nous fait rêver O.G. by night c'est le son qui
the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my
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