me this greed bigger than you and me will you come again body tongue tied and a visceral third degree feel warm center of gravity wash us all away body
me this greed bigger than you and me will ya come again? body tongue tied and a visceral third degree feel warm center of gravity wash us all away body
This greed is bigger than you and me Will you come again, body Tongue tied and a viscera third degree Feel warm center of gravity Wash us all away, body
Kangol hat He ain't have no choice, he was born this way These streets pull your number like a phone display And you gotta be defensive with your life You gotta be like Bush
on tha rope of insanity how many pistols smoking coming from a broken family i'm sick of being tired sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing tell bush
finally in there, for the first time man! "Victims of these classic boners.." Yo move that thick body of yours Move that thick white body! "Victims of
Where You Really Wanna Go, Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. All Dem Niggas Playin Around, Believe Im The One Though. So Baby Take Your Clothes Off, And Bring Your Body
You Really Wanna Go, Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. All Dem Niggas Playin Around, Believe Me Im The One Though. So Baby Take Your Clothes Off, And Bring Your Body
speedin like keenen is breathin heavin and breathin hard, but I roll with killas that just just don't seem to believe in god, I'll whip yo head boy, put ya body
3,2,1 now put your hands in the air, shake your body down slow hold it, bring it, bring it back like you never did it before keep your hands in the air
run until the year is 1998 Standing in the oval office, beg Clinton to vacate Prevent the trip from being taken down to the cigar store Prevent Bush
figured i might as well, know what i mean? It goes like this A million here a million there ya you got a mil but for real dog, no body cares if if
canvas Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mushy, so you can't squish Never on my damn toosh, in fact if I jump out a bush And sneak attack's
men I mean the... Creme de la creme a schemer... Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima... True professional 2... (DJ CLUE!) Now that Bush is president nigga we all
Back off, crack off, slack off Act off your instinct And think in a wink, or blink I'll make your body shrink I use ink and memory, my record companies
! KRS-One's rhymes, have been doubted Suckers stepped up, and got MURDERED!! [KRS-One] Pump pump pom pom POING! Yo, this goes out, to George Bush Get
