down on the town Even though all the hatas being around I still clown With the sound that will keep you pumped I'm pushin' nothin' but this 11/5 gangsta
exchange, believers cursed lives are his Behold the blessedness For Earth?s cold residence Chapter 4, Paul defends it from the Old Testament Up to this point we saw the need for justification In Chapter 5
Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller Started from a punk now to be a high roller Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster Mac-11 blaster, and I run
And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I
on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass niggas, You betta tell 'em what's real bitch Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5 I bring to you the one and only
: Midnight No Woah No [Verse 1:] It Started Out Like Any Other Day But It Was Anything But Somethin Bout The Way The Moon Was Shining Somethin
have died in A hundred times count my blessin's Pick my nine see the times change In sub stations in the housin' I'm in my [?] bumpin' 11/5 browsin' With
Sunday eve Its straight to 5-6 best beleive We calling up some biancas on the humbug To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound 5-
I would still wear a rubber Cuz this is how it's goin, Likwit flowin like fluid Pimpin ain't easy but somebody gotta do it "Rico HOO!" [x11.5]
two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin [Royce Da 5'9"] I
: [First Verse:] Many muthafuckas didn't make it, Other niggas locced up cuz they couldn't take it, The ghetto got it's claws in my back tryin' to keep
: [Ras Kass] I was lyrically Hip Hop's top 5, before two of my niggas died Syntax a deep impact Bruce Willis couldn't survive A strange death, since
like "Ahh he changed his style up" Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah It's nine-six so get with it Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other
: I was wrong to let you walk right out of my life I was dumb to think that I could survive Was a fool to think the grass was greener on the other side
© Vigoda/Gruber 1993 I've got one foot on the altar, and the other on the ground Safe in the daylight sun I've got one hand to hold you, and the other
shorts no losses Puttin' it on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass niggas You betta tell 'em what's real bitch Takin' ova the shit in the 9-5 I
my mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save