Kimi ga itakeshiki wa nukumori to yasuragi irotori Hajimete shita koi no kaori ga shita Mabushi ijashi abete nanimooso mizunii takeredo Sono akarusawa
Keunyeonun morujyo Jeongmal morujyo Ee apeaun sarang Na hunja sarangul hago Dd ibyeoreul hago keunyeorul bonaeyo Jiuhgo jiweobwado Son kkat hana jiuhi
gidaridaga neoreul gidaridaga jugeodo gidaridaga maeil gidaridaga jugeodo gidarida nae gaseumi jugeodo gwaenchanha michindeut saranghaeseo michindeut
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with E block, F block L I H N I C in Rikers Island Downstate All the peoples I met along the way
nest saw something that float to the boats west Sword blew him a kiss, and when he focused Seen the face of an angel upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish. What
What's the deal baby? You act stupid, but you ain't crazy Bottomline that scarface shit don't amaze me Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows U.F
whole heep a paper Buy a riddim from Daseca Want a piece a land, we buy some acre F**k it buy Jamaica [Bridge:] But don't call me a baker cause I gotta
in diamonds, man, all precious cut The $40, 000, 000 Gulf Stream The Enzo Ferrari, the F-1 McLaren The Pagani Zanda made my Hiroshime The mansion in Rome and island
The Beats In Manhatten You Can Hear In Westchester Well My Mother Was Born Out In Coney Island Raised On The L.E.S. Manhatten Island My Dad Came Out From Detroit And They Had Me And Then Back Through Ellis Island
town I know If I can't find her in West Helena she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman wants every downtown man she meet I don't
good witches ride. And Frankenstein can't help to rhyme, I spark and laugh in the dark, And boss the holocaust. Gone to concrete island of Alcatraz. Two
really doesn't give a damn And when she's finally here she's all smiling No apology, I could have been chillin on my island But how am I ? You don't
Chorus x2: Buddha Monk] Who's there? (Nigga, I don't know, I don't know) Who's there? (Nigga, I don't know, I don't know) [Fung See U:] Welcome to Hell
That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's sometimes I say things I myself can't believe My lyrical is
I'm in the hood where the guns is nothin' And niggaz don't say shit, like E.F. Hutton Paranoid like Bush, press the button Don't make me grab the boomers
photographs with the Hummer a young dumber, bound to get dumber I speak the real CB, pillage monopoly talk a XYZ, ain't nothin' like WB O.T.F., a bag
