why the lighting be crackin' the sky. Precious the metal was meltin', but what about me? When it comes to the mind, core, and the animals stick with
and you don't pay no mind anything that i bleed and now you want me to believe in the lies you tel but believe me, boy, i know your game so very well
That Its Cash At An Easy Pace Ya Dad Screaming Take Ya Ass Outta Jeezy Face And As Ya Man I Wont Back Down First But They Got You Doing Soft-Core Background
is fiction (what?) Ready to throw clips if, I'm never dissin you My aura awards raw to the core and the surface of the street, when I walk through the
After 4 bottles of don The kid start feelin' woozie I write my life You write what you've seen in gangsta movies I'm gangsta to the core, nigga you can
: (feat. Paul McCoy) How can you see into my eyes like open doors leading you down into my core where I?ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping
for peace We're serving our country We're fighting for god You feel the madness, the jungle breeds It all seems useless, heroic deeds Madness creeps into your deepst core
time? Ooh, the Bells of Fortune, will I ever hear them chime? Only those who have been burned before truly know the meaning of Hell's flaming core
t change one thing in my life i'll never cease to keep your words alive i still believe in what was said i'll hold on 'til the last thread i still believe
maybe drugs are not enough? Do you think that maybe flesh is not enough? Do you think that maybe this is just your life? And your teachers don't believe
nature, I was taught, that's the first law Obtain the food, clothin and the shelter that I search for The fire in my eyes is hot as Earth's core What
word I said goodbye unnoticed Pushed towards things in my own games Drifting in and out of lifetimes Unmentionable by name Searching for my double, looking for Complete evaporation to the core
feel [La Reymie:] We will never believe in You so you better repent Your sins now We are the servants of GOD, we believe in the devil and we've found
on fore Sport a grimace for the anti witness sickness Spittin candid candy Christmas Slipped his slough on the floor Given just us rewarded, trusted lust at the rusted core
: My core! Steady following rising in footsteps along, just like everyone that's what they demand I can't believe this is real it feels wrong, to go
: Points in programs there?s a coming election day Still I wonder why we believe what they say Votes are what they want to summon, election?s over principals
say to them baby when they want you to sell your soul of all the million demands that you could make of a man you took your jealousy straight from the core
