need the root of all evil for my stress 'Cuz now it's like a strong prescription drug It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted
Rubble twenties, subtle Sippin' Saber tooth blood puddle- I could roll with the lackey's, that's if we hustle Knuckle in the mud, hell's bells in the
's true Tom: He's got a scary looking penis Mark: It's true I need your tax deductable donations for the shave Mark's balls program, please Tom: It's
cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun So
climb. For fourteen years he tries that cliff, then back down again he slides Then sits -- and cries -- and climbs again, pursuing the perfect high. He's grinding his teeth, he's
beam niggaz, word up (Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine" "TEN" I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It's rules
I be cold, then I imagine I'm five years old, I'm running down the street without a care in the world, puberty's later, so I don't think about girls,
beam niggaz, word up (Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"TEN" I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It's rules to
, wish she knew what it was worth. Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed She know dairy so she
ain't no time to play. Twenty-four hours a day, that's seven straight! My killers be rallied up, the scrilla ? they tally up. Like Bally's ? I exercise
beam niggaz, word up (Chuck D) One two three four five six seven eight nine TEN I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It's rules to this
I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin... "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..." [Verse 1] Eight decades and four years and gran
know when, where, and how And it's foul, got your boy to' up from the flo' up Moms in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up It's a strong armed
than me by four years Fed me when I was hungry and dried up all my tears But I was a mama's boy spoiled to the core Fifteen years later I became X-Raided
fronts Shorty got bigger and strong once she start smokin' blunts With beef they get found in Hunt's There's no chance to score, your best bet's to punt
Oooh..." I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin... "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..." [Verse 1] Eight decades and four years
when your life's gone Nigga there is no replacement And you got your work hid in the basement I got it, gothic Go for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic