have no reason for him to give anything. And she is dying and I have missed her life. She gave everything to me, I have so much conscience tied to my neck
in my neck. Mm, mm, got a crick in my neck. Mmmm, mmm, got a crick in my neck. Mm, mm, got a crick in my neck. Mmmm, mmm, got a crick in my neck. Mm,
We're talkin' about a thick necked man in the city Build a pub a blood and sweat Swears by God he'll stand by justice He aint stood by justice yet He
[Intro/Chorus: x4] "The kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck" "Y'knowI'msayin?" "Brooklyn's prime time" [Verse One: Skoob, Dray] Now ain't this some old shit
neck Ooh You're the sweetest thing I've seen To think you were meant for me And I got just one thing to say With just a kiss on the neck You can say I
die fast, you fuck the rest Blood sucking scumfuck, I will erase you from this world, Power mad orgy begins to curdle, As I bend your head and snap your neck
We deserve to be hated. We deserve to be dead. We always said forever is what we meant. Take a look at yourself. This is what we get for wanting more
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out the side of your neck Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck They like
Won't you wear my ring around your neck To tell the world I'm yours, by heck Let them see your love for me And let them see by the ring around your neck
" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" [Parrish] SCSU! EPMD's in effect Snappin necks
to walk up behind me And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck I want somebody to walk up behind me And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
Can you prove to me That you're not dead and gone We crawled on hands and knees But now I live my life standing strong Can you prove to me That you're
Longneck bottle Let go of my hand Hey jukebox don?t start playin? that song again ?Cause there?s a girl at home who loves me You know she won?t understand
He's got thirteen channels of wrestling Comin' in strong from a satellite send A two hundred function remote control Big screen tv with stereo Football
me the hunger to steal You want the good life You break your back You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck
My messenger in disguise makes up for such short goodbyes. You can't come home again. Each time it's different. And the yards around your feet fall