Lyrics:
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
the cops getting dropped by the gunshot
Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros
(Kiki)
Now we chillin, now we just leanin
And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene
Just
losing
As long as I keep ruling
I stay winning
More dots on your head than krillin
That you gon need a filling
Yeah!
I’ma change the game
Uh-huh
Hell yeah
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
want to see
Bring the kid and carry me
Rig it with the closeness
Hang my bones.
Submitted by Rene
GOING BLIND:
And I know how it's to be
gerry adams and we'll hang him by the balls
oh i was born under a union jack
as it is my nation and ulster is my home
and i'll die with no surrender
Jack?
Here's a hook to hang your guilt upon
I left you two rings, two cents, and two combs
All of you fooled by the rapture of man
What's the count
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
I see you standin' in the sun like an iron dinosaur
Got your tired head restin' on a west Texas floor
We were really something son back in our time
can you speak that?
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...
The Ripper, down with my zipper
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
Tryna knock
What's the use of havin' muscles
If your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead
You been always kickin'
degree and stack your bread
But Jack always wanted to paint the world instead
Gave him a way to defeat the enemies in his head
But it was law or med
His
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
hang,
I won't tolerate this robbing trains.
So, on April 26, 1901,
In the town of Clayton, Black Jack was hung.
The trap door dropped, Black Jack went
muscles
When your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead!
You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When
sweetfully in these tweets for me
My nigga, have some decency
You move too up and down, we can't align whicho frequency
My coyotes by the dozen, I can't keep
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You
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