Shaquille O'Neal & Loon) Clockworld Uh-huh, uh-huh Shaq dog, T.W.IsM. Yeah, Big City yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh nigga (Heat it up) Yeah Brick City
my dying day The gods got angels with guns in hands Man bullets that'll rip through a Man the sharks in the water for your daughter And as you swim farther
Half the project workin out They buildin underground cities While we concerned about seein titties With they secret, commities, and society, orders They carryin out the slaughter Picture your daughter
me bad every time I cut they class Now I *** they daughters in they *** 'cuz they made me mad All my friends who turned on me They like, ?Boosie, you wanna get high?? I don't burn
pat pat pat No pity Then woo woo woo woo Those sirens When Drag dash on Is hiding Cause we don't do a lot of running I keep firing And as long as
the neighbors for as long as the ledge will hold. In the window across from me, a man is committing a robbery. It's another form of the new york city
a life was conceived From the beginning the world was misled As a baby was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening here on this Earth Was perceived as
the world was misled As a baby was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening here on this Earth Was perceived as a glorious new Virgin Birth From
, need you on my team But you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream I liked things better when you called me Ings A year before Rap City, way before
With all the cities burning down And the stones in the road Flew out beneath our bicycle tires Worlds removed from all those fires As we raced each
and so true, Have been handed to the soldiers When in rome do as the romans do. Late in the evening I came to the city I fell to the sidewalks sighing
service to burn the place Come on, come on Come on, raise the roof That's right, raise the roof Come on With the spot as hot as it can get An' the
Pretty as an angel, but the bone of the devil The smile of a fox, but talking on the level The figure of a lady peekin' through the holes Tying down my
We have traced the movements of the tribes Led in chains from the burning ruins Of their beloved city into captivity ... After two-thousand years of exile
bad everytime i cut dey class now i fuck dey daughters in dey ass cuz dey made me mad...all my friends who turned on me, dey like boosie u wanna get high, i dont burn
(feat. Chubb Rock, O.C., Jeru The Damaja) [Buckshot Shorty:] "Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn" [Guru:] "Never takin shorts cause Brooklyn
mountains, burn all the coal And put all the money in a humongous bowl They'll call it progress and they'll blame it on you To end life as we know it
Is new york city really like a graveyard they all ask me and i say well it was last week but man that was in the past see i stopped going to the places