Come On! Sound view what is that sound (come on man) Watson what is that sound (come on man) Clay Ave. what is that sound (tell me somethin' man) L.E.
victory I know, You won, I can?t stop the rain We believe, we pray, we wait for something If there's no miracle, we blame ourselves. We think that we
IT WAS A NIGHT IN JULY STORMY WEATHER FOR YOU AND I CAUGHT IN THE RAIN AND THERE WAS NO ONE TO BLAME WE WENT SEPARATE WAYS BUT I CAN STILL SEE YOUR FACE
it out, they try to break it down But they're distracted by every accent that's makin a sound Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it 'round Till
it come, let it rain Let it burn through you and me again In the slums without name, And it isn't only poverty to blame - My sweet how incomplete we
Tossin it to them dealers, takin it like Lakers did Portland Cases is costin, so faces wont make it for talkin It's basics, they mistake once they replace it for flossin It
knew where he came from, or got his name from All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail Now he we livin
thought that it was Zorro, driving in from Mexico, I asked my father Pablo who the hell is this Paco, He said It's Bounty Killer, He's driving from Montego
that didn't shine I'll blame it on the wind The sun that didn't shine (This is one of the strongest countries in the world) I'll blame it on the wind (We
on the run Tears fall like the rain I feel it pretty bad when I think of the pain That you put me through, am I?m such a fool? She?ll move on, what is
Yeaah Yeah here we are And every little line I say seems to come out Right on time It?s a first None the less Just enough to keep you where you are But will it
we get to Mixtape Messiah Part 28 (Uh, uh, take it easy on 'em) Y'all know what it is, Chamillitary mayne (Uh, uh, "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer") [Verse 2:
Then he said "All ya do is complain" It's just pain, pain. It's just pain, pain. It's just pain, and It's apart of the game [Chamillionaire:] The industry is
game [blam blam blam blam] [B] Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do? [E] Let's get the fuck up outta here [B] Aight cool, we out
red robe on (hold on) this must be a dream it's Chief Justice Supreme Judge Elohim I'm feelin' sick like disease cause in His court we all fall short like midgets on
gin - throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight Chorus: Eminem So you
all been anticipated And we been waitin' till the timing is right To get to bombin' on you bitches who misguided the light And anybody who don't get it
through time all the pressure has come to a head And I release it on the innocent and leave 'em for dead Could be a chemical imbalance where I blame it on