bleeding Why Am I the only one seeing Everything is over rated Everything is everything so step the fuck back from me Hand over hand I?m crawling to my day My time
let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock
I die, bury me with my fo'-five And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin Got a nigga
see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit
time" [Beastie Boys] "What's the time??" [Chuck D] "Time to get stupid!" [Beastie Boys] "What's the time??" [Schoolly D] "It's about that time" [The Time] "WHAT TIME
time??" [Schoolly D] "It's about that time" [Beastie Boys] "What's the time??" "Time to get stupid!" ([Chuck D] "At the sound of the tone") "What's the time
I bet it's not the first time I bet it's not the last time that you try There's not a second wasted And all I get is flashes in my eye Don't point
d been stabbed in the back Oh I know you played straight How long I gotta wait for you To pull the trigger and leave But just for now Maybe you could Point
trigger of a nine? Orca was the whale, but piceses is the sign [Verse 3: Mac Dre] I got split personality, I'm bi polar You might see my with my italian
the gun now?)[X2] Tame this beast Time to feast Fill him with lead Take that bullet Aimed for my head And point it back towards yourself And at the trigger
up, them my niggaz You think you got 'em barred out, them my niggaz You think you got me roped off, them my niggaz MY NIGGAZ, MY NIGGAZ, MY NIGGAAAZ [
the weak stand strong against the crooked majority who?ve done them wrong. It?s very simple. Next time they point at you, point right back and pull the trigger
slaughter your mother And slap your brother Straight outta Detroit! "Oh my God!" "Oh my...Oh my God!" "Oh my...Oh my God!" "Oh my God!"
BATMAN] Six muthafuckas, 357 hollow point Magnum shells Closed casket made this Crab mama yell Pendleton, khakis, pig tails And Stars on my feet Me and Puff had to wreck And my
I'm from the C [GREEN EYES] Now as I tight'n up my flags, my bhakis sag low Banged up for Inglewood, yeah 104 'bout to pull a jack in my bucket, nigga
to meet wagon van man hurry up and clean this Slob but My mama told me stay away from the gang But at the same time I keep my blue rag and my blue strings