puttin' the hurt on you Got the strength to lift you up And get your feet back on that ground Only you gotta save yourself Cause they're lookin' to shoot you down In flames
ll know that the 3rd'll disturb the verb with the noun shift the sound, so GET UP AND GET DOWN, Serch'll never stand still Try to flam I'll be like Claude
picture that We dirty like floor mats Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly [Hook] [Akinyele] I go down south to bust a nut On a down south slut Look
irrefutably remarkable timin I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin If you John Blaze, or you James Flames or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane) No pain
seven and I merk a cipher crew, live from the avenue, disperse the life, get it right, man a burst 2nite, we spit flame man a merging right, we drip pain
mane Let you down mane like a pilot in a crashing plane I'm da main bitch in da click, bringin plenty pain (what a damn shame) Brought da flame to da
SEAN: Who stole the soul the glow flow pro control -ya bit y rhymes lines hip hop criminal minds- who rob styles abovem styles......with no shame -blame the rain pain
Mac and Mill for the truest appeal It's a Long Beach thang, the North is in the yang With torched flame, the Wu-Tang bringin' the pain That ol' hood,
, whatever, man I'm feelin' you, eye to eye, sizin' up the real in you Reign bring pain, no gain if I ain't healin' you Flame it on the ill in you, claim
Foxx] (Bringin it back) [Planet Asia] Yo I puff a long stick, hook up the pen for insight flame That's when I, invite your brain to the wind pipes of pain
into the floor -- and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
frames on my face, can you dig it mane Let you down mane like a pilot in a crashing plane I'm da main bitch in da click, bringin plenty pain [what a damn shame] Brought da flame
move quicker I picture that We dirty like floor mats Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly Hook (akinyele) I go down south to bust a nut On a down
friend wouldn't leave me solemnly, So I ate his liver with some Fava Beans, Fuck Chianti, the blood of a female virgin quenches me when I'm thirsty, Quid pro
I'll be in your ear, increase the fear Rippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers Bring on the opposition 'Cause my position is to shut you down
