They're fucking after us, my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces. it's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white. You've got to rescue
're fucking after us, my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces. it's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white. You've got to rescue me
up some spleens Still hearin' the blood spillin' It's just a little dream that I be havin' Man, I love killin' [Brotha Lynch:] I got a hard dick for
thin air Like it's never even been there My joy left me y'all [Chorus] God's rain water flow through the same gutter That we, walk today gotta stay brave brother
Cause when my trey-deuce sings, you get laced up like shoe strings Nobody can touch my rhythm My brother Hud'll get 'em, and I bring Blood to victims
Grand As The Mail Fell Through The Slot The Sharp Edge He Got Oh, But I Like The Thought I Deserve To Be Tied In A Knot Broken Bones And Blood
Scarecrow, and Dorothy You wanna get on bow to Jesus authority! Can't get in the game without a ticket No Jesus, no rescue, no heaven....dig it? [Phanatic] Brothers
McHale For all the times you would prevail To rescue a nigga in high school, when his car failed You've been down since sixth grade When a brotha had
It's up to me to keep this shit from spreading to Hiram Clarke Made out a plan to stop everyman in cold blood Cop in a van, drowning in a rhyme blood
prey that I banish and if they could man they would, take Mr.Flizy and banish or just eradicate IBN eternal breathing suspension nor be the blood in
on the rescue My track record on track like {?} tune Hip-Hop, I need her back on the beat That's why I'm blood, even my underwear brief That's, me, I'
[Intro:] Yeah, I was looking out my window when I heard this sound look up into the sky saw the moon turned to blood looked at my little brother said
construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers
OUTRAGE!! [Brother J] Blood to the concrete, tears to soil And here's another word to make the other man foil War, raised on your planet to a caveboy
the rescue My track record on track like {?} tune Hip-Hop, I need her back on the beat That's why I'm blood, even my underwear brief That's, me, I'm,
Oh no" you bitch ass homo I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass
run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers
Yeah, I was looking out my window now When I heard this sounds, looked up into the sky Saw the moon turn to blood, looked at my little brother Said, "
