the Membrants, how I can from a distance to an instinct, resistance was 5 senses the quest from man repentance, while others cry to exercise my third eye
this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it So, shit, I'
t give a fuck about, you don't know nothin' about it You want this paper, be a hustler You a hustler, you ain't a rapper Get your paper man YouknowwhatI
ice, live the ghetto life, 'fuck y'all think? Bravehearted; fuck around, get graveyarded Dearly departed - The word on the street, I'm a target I ain't runnin', I ain't
psycho My name is Ice Cube, bitch, it ain't Michael I'll never bleach my own skin just to be like you [Chorus - Big Krizz Kaliko] Cuz I'm a Blackboy... Came from nothing, don't
me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store Don't be comparin us to rappers Compare us to the Arabs
Chitown and collect panties When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's Thugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammies Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't
on.. [E-40:] Narcotics is the death merchant, shipping and handling yolla I supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) What
and problemas Nobody move, nobody get hurt I got riders in the storm and the outskirt It ain't nothing but a word from the mero mero Ain't you Yogi? I
the most of it Amen (Yeah) Amen (Feels good) Amen Amen (Guess I'm lucky) Amen (Some of us don't get a second chance) Amen (But I ain't blowing this
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't f-cking wit' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked
likes the membrants, how I can from a distance To an instinct, resistance was 5 senses The quest from man repentance, while Others cry to exercise my third eye
Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm New Nas, it's called War Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper Platinum Patron drinker, stackin' that grown paper God
Kunta, tryin' to run with his chopped toes off Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin' long fire Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin' Those who can't
thick bout anyone Chorus middle 8 cold to the eye if i break shell be warmer inside why wont you take my hand i just don't understand cold to the eye
to relay All the events that made your heart bleed And the ones that ruined your day We're not as close As everybody thinks In the eye of the storm How
gift but **** never hear me spit My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin' He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm and told my
My man Storm and his home' West Stone. (Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got