done? Pumping in your chest Pressure's rising and you sweat You feel like you're going to faint The pills you possess are not going to help you She's like a razor
(feat. Live Squad, 2Pac) [Background voice:] "Impossibbbbbbbblllllleeeeee, take your love from me" [Verse 1: E-Money Bags] I thought the Earth saw,
with street educators I was born from the womb, I'm energy handlin Peep the creator of The Terminator 9th Prince rhyme slayer Stapleton Housing Projects, razors
m gonna push my love through her skull through her skull through her skull through her skull through her I have heard abortion stories from the leather nun holding hands with dead girls hiding from
feel the change. My hands are growing strong, what the fuck is going on? I got this urge to sink my razor teeth in through your skin. Our sex is scarless
my associates So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga We the Mobb
While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam And we gorillas, walk around with glocks in our hand
draw these faces still Awaken emotionless life-fill Harken! the machines grind their teeth Serrated, razor-hands clawing Technology, machinery, observatorium of fear No place-for estheticism here This our
you razor cut lyrics that make your girl wanna f*** wit us I guess that's why you hate us so much.. But guess what...motherfu**ers keep it up.. Ya bitin' the hand
game and got props and fuck cops, we puffin lah wit windows up in drop tops Nothin stops my crew from gettin it we learn from the past Puffin on this
rending the waves of a midnight sea, a luminescent blade of shrieking cerulean light lanced from the legendary black circlet locked tight within the gnarled hand
, that same bestial horror which had smitten the King and seized the Crystal of Mera from his gauntleted fist, swooped screaming from the crimson sky
moment, black terror descended screaming from the twilight sky... howling swarms of winged fiends, hurled forth from the malignant bosom of Lord Angsaar, soared razor
chaos! is the headline That means we're near our deadline So take your mind out of the fucking fed time Listen to the brother Dres, I says if only our
should have seen through our fake broken bones. Our tears that we razor-sharpened were calculated to rob you blind. Mr. Howell: Three weeks later from
goin down for the count [Verse 1:] This sir, is the beef from the caterz K, C's, dem men, and dem hataz [? ] Real sharp on my thing like a razor Blade
down for the count [Verse 1:] This sir, is the beef from the caterz K, C's, dem men, and dem hataz [?] Real sharp on my thing like a razor blade come
we go Haters going down for the count Yes, sir, it's the beast from Decatur Can't see enemies and the haters Real sharp on my thing like a razor Blade
