People writing songs that voices never share And no one deared Disturb the sound of silence. Fools said i,you do not know Silence like a cancer grows
a bad brotha (King Roscoe) - a bad brotha (K.O.D.) - a bad brotha (E.K.A.) - a bad brotha (O.M.B.) - a bad brotha Ganxta R?dd - a bad brotha And to the
night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's
Flex, damit kann ich alle Toys durchflexen fur alle Hip Hop's 'n Beck's weg exen was'n sonst Harris A.K.A. der Typ der auf Konzerten dafur sorgt das du
GO! [Evidence:] Step it up... Hear me, feel the funk, yeah I can smoke a whole eighth in a spliff Some call that a problem but I call it a gift Hit
ain't gone get them 'Cause they got a window All exits not seized So they fleed K-9's sniff through Find personal seeds Grows no more Than a OZ rastas
[Intro:] A-yo man chill let's take this moment of silence out for my man C-A Dogg. Claude Austin. Rowdy 9-5. [Hook:] 1-2 to the breaker 1-9-9-5, Jamal
is jammed cuz' the count is extreme My D.E.A. moves in swift with S.W.A.T. teams Will rush into the sound of flushing Guns busting, fingerprint dusting
this song to this kind of nigga Cuz number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off Y'na'
just a Q. and A. Still ghetto with de mind of a needle Quicker than a cheetah, Draw nine millimeter up. Grab a man's chain If I get shifty, never in
, fly as hell Pull a bitch quick, have her really lickin my shit She a bitch, she a hoe, I ain't feelin her though Naw ma, I ain't a rookie, I done did
and effect, can you smell the smoke in the breeze? My Panther, my brother, we are at war until you're free [Gene Grey a.k.a. What? What?] I plan to move
-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and
a beard like Castaway You couldn't be dope for even half a day We keep it hot like its after May Smoke a nigga then I pass to K [Kanye West] The pastor
get them Fuck it It's da DJ Khaled? Big dog pit bull jamma scordian A.k.a we da best A.k.a shit on niggas dot com A.k.a nappy boy bitch [T-Pain:] We
sober to the weed aroma, catch a dark spell Black out, when I write into a coma Hold the profile, sorta like Jesus when I zone out R-E-K-S, the greatest
Everything that exists in your perfect world Is a web that you weave Making victims of anything or anyone You never make sense cause you speak in tongues
