Jesse to God] Oh tell me my lord Why am i here? Lost in all our pain and sorrow Are we to live in pain and fear? Oh, tell me my Lord Why
my belongings Head to works, I get some breakfast 'cause, still a nigga yawning From the night before, at the club I was up I'm tryna live Only twenty
: play on my insecurities. And you can feign ignorance, but you're not stupid, you're just selfish. And you're a slave to your impulse. And I kinda thought
t kno what ta do Ya talkin bout talkin me to ya whole crew Lil mama I'm a beast Whooa Whooa Lil mama I'm a beast Whooa Yea yea yea Lil mama I'm a beast
work, from the A.M. to the P.M. Niggaz got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em {*2X*} [Cassidy] I punk on the street from the A.M. to the P.M. Nigga
The Supervillain [Manchild] I showed up lampin with a soul strut anthem And a plan to mess your fan and a legend is a tandem Some low cut abandon tiger
And you keep telling me things are getting better, Yeah, yeah! But I'm a do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ... guess it's a sad think my... is magic
shit C'mon... I'm a start off crime for these motherfuckers [Chorus x2: Lil' Fame] Yo I'm a Brownsvillain, chillin and I don't give a fuck About a killin cause I'm
what? Uhh, uhh GET, THE, FUCK, UP! [Chorus: Lil' Fame] SALUTE A G WHEN YOU SEE ONE Put fo' fingers up to ya fo'head, and tuck in ya thumb SALUTE A G
those (TO THOSE) that held it down for years Keepin our shit on blast... (M.O.P.) They wonder why they don't get enough M.O.P. (why that?) Simple and
I'm only fuckin wit'cha I ain't rockin f'real, I'm only fuckin wit'cha I'm only fuckin wit'chu I be fuckin wit'chu [Chorus: M.O.P.] Yeah - you busy followin
make it a thrill to kill) (Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation) [Lil' Fame] Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game It's M.O.P
of a Ghetto Child" "Life-, li-, life-, lifestyles, lifestyles of a ghetto, "Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child" "Life-, li-, life-, lifestyles, lifestyles, of a
KNA lampi di memoria tra le fragole KNA cellule in partenza per le stelle KNA zero gravita senza piu regole (Grazie a Federico per questo testo)
fa... volo a vela e... va... fa... volo a vela Scontro frontale con una nuvola bianca riapro gli occhi nella mia stanza ho un stella vicino che continua a
1. got a skin of sun i'm breathing ceeophane got a fadin' tan to offer to the rain who's the refere when winter plays the ball? runnin out of time