you can bury yourself in the flag when you die for your homeland. and you can think that one's sexual preferance decide's whether or not he's a man.
my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying
But have you ever did it in a chevy Capri Drop top by the lake skin to skin With bass music pumpin out your 12.s and 10.s Body.s full of sweat like we
a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's Feelin' like 'Pac,
don't know what my limit is Ive been packin 22's like Emmitt did I've been po before +No+ what a +Limit+ is New engine new paint aint them d's spinnin
Hook up wit tha ese Come back with the best Smokes Saturday i like to down, Sunday I coupe to the City, with my 4-15 for B-B-B- beatin' dat Nitti [Chorus
Spoken: BG] Oh it's on now, still on now Ain't nothin changed, we still on chrome lil daddy And in the same place [BG] Washington and Ferret on Sunday
BG] Oh it's on now, still on now Ain't nothin changed, we still on chrome lil daddy And in the same place [BG] Washington and Ferret on Sunday, they
[BG] Oh it's on now, we ridin' on chrome now, Get'cha shine on Baby This how we do it, it's all gravy We layin' it down That's how Ca$h Money Hot Boy
, Bitch I'm Bout Money Bitch I'm, Bitch I'm Bout Money I'm On A Chase For That Paper [Verse 1:] I'm bout money it's M.O.B Benz, Grants, that's all I
right 1-5-1's and WESTSIDE PIRUS slay past dark And the only other Blood hood is CAMPANELLA PARK HACIENDA, SWANS and BOUNTY HUNTERS'll call ya number ROLLIN' 30's and 20's
1's and WESTSIDE PIRUS slay past dark And the only other Blood hood is CAMPANELLA PARK HACIENDA, SWANS and BOUNTY HUNTERS'll call ya number ROLLIN' 30's and 20's
I really don't wanna hurt nobody; just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D-E-A and the F-B-I I-R-S can kiss my ass, U-C-P-D, F-C-C Y'all better quit too 'fore
Written by Wanya, Shawn and The Characters: Troy Taylor & Charles Farrar Saw you on a Sunday afternoon Riding the B train Yes, I was coolin' on the
s goin down it's goin down, right now it's goin down [Verse 2 - Killer Mike] Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues) In Uncle Mooney's '
up rockers, the show shockers Who rip Lee patches off of imposters You ain't the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy And it's gonna cost ya And that's my B-
switches It's about Who's flossin' the most And who's tossin' the most And which muthafuckin' ride keep hoppin' the most For the hoe's whoever toss the Brazy's
ve been nominated For the "Overlooked MC" category "Did you really get expelled for making 11 G's Changing student's grades from F's to B's?" Umm, next
