Are What We Are And Believe Me We're No Angels There's A Time And A Place To Place Your Hate 2 Faced Enemies Become Friends 1 To Many Mistakes Made As Young
sexy go crazy my baby no maybe if you want me so sexy come and sing your song You're so sexy Oh my baby If you want me Come and sing my song Pretty young
je mets les pieds dans le club, zero secu en guise de bodygard quelques latino girls! Chez nous on danse pas on remue les epaules, On demarre la moto comme young
facile, pourquoi faire autrement ? J'ai fait la guerre pour habiter rue de la Paix Je ne manque jamais a l'appel quand c'est le jour de la paye (Merci a hak, Young
it was the hottest summer, I was seventeen you were a little older, ya the best I'd ever seen we were young and foolish, only out for laughs didn'
the god Taheem, watching over me White chariots and horses, get me over rough courses While I silence those voices that doubted my ability to rip, through these young
with sunroofs mayne So many ways to make a dollar Huh, sometimes I think about my father You see my poppa was broke, and my momma was young Tryin to
got some new niggaz, I got some new niggaz Ha ha ha ha ha ha, ohhh D.O. Cannon, D.O. Cannon Paul shitty nigga Young Merc, Young Merc, Young Merc Ha ha
One floor shine silly Spun city one verbs hit milly Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty Livin' in in a world shitty Yo they spun young earth, now
it And sugar-booger-daddy watching you so you better get to it And realize what we're living for, And the stakes is high Your young, But we all need cake
another day We'll drink brandy when they're gone now Dancing to our old time songs now Don't forget the good old days Where have the flowers gone now ? Gone to young
(feat. Young Merc, D.O. Cannons & Ashanti) Yeah, yeah (Ashanti) Ha ha, not these niggaz again It's the world most talented record label... Murder Inc
Merc You could be a foe or a friend We don't give a fuck if it ain't murder you can get it Ya nigga young, doorag under the finit And I'm labeled as a
(spoken) "Bang, the little drummer takes a solo, reaching his young hands all over traps and kettles and cymbals and foot-peddle BOOM in a fantastic
They used to call you a Fool But you were so pretty When you believed in unicorns We were young and singing loud I Guess we were so silly No I feel
the fam is...wait Hold up yo' - Hold up yo' I think I got this Yo' Skee I think I'm a merc this shit yo' It's still a sick plague what To get brave quick
men to die We're young and proud And we know how we want our lives! They said - Who's next? We say - US! And if you disagree, Just get off the bus (Merci
make a move I say - Young lady, you look pretty cool, It's like an atomic bomb sensation! Do you wanna go to my room? And you slap me, to answer my question (Merci