Old pirates, yes, they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hand of
It?s a real bad time for black celebrities They lockin' everybody up Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
' thru cuz I finished with that booty call Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand Rhythem Blunt Cru, Black Rob
'm from That Clevland Hoe Who gives a fuck where you from I'm from that nashville Bitch Who gives a fuck where you from I'm from that Jackson 10 Hoe Who
?t Dough Bussa so don?t be try me like a hoe I?m not your everyday dough that I?m at your seat everyday I rob just a deal just to get my ass paid I shine
looking frail in a drop With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got glocks intellectual rob behind
Y'all niggas polish your jewels to bling harder I cock the fifth, y'all drop your shit Type of nigga rob you to cop the whip Catch me, on 23's with a
man A point man whose mind is made up Umbabarauma* Lyrics: Jorge Ben Vocals: Max. C. / Los Hooligans Guitarz: Max C. Guitarz: Jackson B. Bazz:
swagger now you simply stagger From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next Bitch get a job from me you won't rob 'Cause I'll
, goin' down the block or go to forest Keep on goin' past Morris High School Then I go down the street to Courtland Ave. Vietnam, the male goes in Jackson
jackets tied, money came with ease But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease He robbed another and another Michael Jackson Stevie Wonder Tried to rob
want that straight raw, anti up my nigga Snatch ya yae, steal your base like Derek Jeter I don't need to rob niggas I pay niggas that rob niggas to rob
low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam When I blow off the top, I got this cream like Bill Rothstein And when I rob unique excitement
i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack (tony yayo) ayi yo four door porch commin out in 209 thanks to curits jackson
It's just two o'clock." Melanie: "It's that late?" Ordell: "You know you smoke too much of that shit, that shit's gonna rob you of your ambition..."
yall ready , yeh , krayzie jackson i wanna take this time out right now to holla at my dawgs, my bone thug niggas Yo, what up my nigga? Yeah it's been