for? Law, fuck protocol, holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore [Hook] [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you threw
with money I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it,
schaarwiis paarwiis / drinked whiskey mit cola und remy martin / sie lond glaser fluuga und brached stuehlbei / bi mina konzert gahts ab wie bi salon-fights / jack da ripper und jessie james
Side ready to wanna fuck with this? Slippin' and slidin', C-K Ridin' And fuck the Crabs, nigga this is M and the L I rather let them fools straight burn
it, no cookies, fuck it homie we rookies Understand it, don't get caught up in my looky-looky Cocky niggaz get shot, so nigga don't try to push me Burn
smoke smoke [Layzie Bone:] Well I'm a blaze this one for Thin C, in the spirit of Rick James In the spirit of Biggie Smalls, he know how to +Spit That
chop off ya arm If you weak for the gun, kill it, collection Mommy do this long time like a barn veteran Like Screech and Pac Man or James Bond Also Top
follow wid ya tongue stickin' out ready to lick these nuts Had a dream watchin' me get out the four door to get these guts I spit flames, beat niggaz like Rick James
contradict worser than the King James version Turn on your mic but yo' shit will stop workin Beats brutalize ya whole rhyme, yo' head hurtin Broomsticks and witches from rags to riches We give mad love while y'all niggaz to BURN
Beryllium by the quintillion They cooked on symmetrical stoves with my logo etched above the hole where they inserted the coal And they barbecued birds to the bone They burned
is unmatched by any rapper in this rapping biz By any rapper on this planet's grid Show me where he is, I sign the ordenance To bomb his coordinants with Agent Orange and torture him Burn
(feat. James Taylor) (Carly Simon) I'm home again in my old narrow bed Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end The low beam room with the
Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane Told his coven gathered: "Kill King James" Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing Burn it slowly
To come through and show us love and respect Don't even take aim, cause he's a Saint like James And when you done with body (burn him into flames) [
vagas to delay Power to get props we could take it away Ya never catch me with the no lame girl home Cause the fish voice is deeper than James Earl Jones
the Messiah, for what I already murdered that Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back Burn
many times this situation happened I can?t remember So I turned twenty-one and got drunk with the bartender Gunslingers think they?re Clint Eastwood, I?m like Jesse James
Planet Rock talking zsa zsa zsa zsa, Catch knock my tape like beats (uh), I'm fresh as fruits, You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent You burn up you