handin chips to me nigga no poker I'm with it, young money, cash money soldier My cup runneth over, The same niggas I ball with, I fall with On some
at signed rappers Lesson Two: Face em and diss em (whattup dog?) Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to come with me) and make em come to your
and dissolves in his glands (So who is it?) The fool who visit the playground With two biscuits to lay down the school district Get pistol whipped with a Mauseburg With
break up you're bones like Christmas Toys if a go solo, i'm doing a song with polo a big chinese nigga, screaming yo,yo!!! i leave ya face leakin' run
with Bill Gates now [CHORUS] When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G-O-D Make you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout
Creeping through the crib is Maxine pot holdin' down with the grits Pam sucking his dick, Maxine Al Greened him screaming slipped in piss He ran into Ceas' room, grits down cryin' aight with
dove I brought you flowers black like the night One for the evening one for the night But you couldn't say no to the hand of the priest A liar, betrayer, smiling with the face
The Apes of Wrath! Flecked with gore I face you My hide is writhing with worms I come from the place where the Flesh Sculptors pile Wretched creations born of blood
the one the only...HANNAH MONTANA !! Whoa!! your not screaming...WHY ARNT YOU SCREAMING!! Jackson : oh believe me shes screaming on the inside!! [scream
future, your face in the mirror When will you face all that you fear Will we stand still and watch the blood spill Until the blood is our own The ones
You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood pour through one vein You try to scream
, and when the door shuts, that's when I let 'em see me "Hi there." I stab 'em in the neck first Cuz it hurts, get 'em where the blood squirts Carve his whole face
to feel a warm rain upon their charred skin, which they soon realize is the blood of the shredded victims. They can only lay screaming in pure, stark
: (feat. Esham) [Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for
ll reach Heaven's gates I'm living by the black light I sense the smell of blood I remember her dress of blood My face drowning in there Just screaming
facing the enemy Face to face - heroes or fools Back to back - out in the fields the bitterness rules Eye to eye - look straight ahead Face to face -
Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream
blood suckers All I see is these niggas I've made millionnaires Milling about, spilling they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no