this miracle But you must set your past free You dug this hole, but you can't bury your soul Open your mind and you will see" Help me - I can't break
: Bright light city gonna set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn, So get those stakes up higher There's
and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to
shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave your
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on? You better through your boots on and your
with your - Box in your hand and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start the dancing
-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez... [Verse One
pack For those days that would turn rainy, cold, and black See I heard the stories, but I didn?t know the facts I assumed all was perfect from the photographs Til the light
: Burn One Burn One This is another raw beats production (yeah yeah) Gucci (huh huh huh hah) Guccarachi baby gucci gucci (coke-ina shawty) [Hook:] When
with your optimistic smile I'd need a shotgun in my dreams tonight To terminate my rotten side Just need one shot into the center of my hate To light
check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Watch your back with your
to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass Cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers Cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew Smoke the whole
death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings [Verse one: Violent J
N.S., your highness AKA Ayatollah, the high roller, title holder For my nigga J-Love, Brace yourself.. [Verse 1] 1, 2, yo, yo, I swing swords, one into
through me Or yours truly, will screw you like a tour groupie War duty, after I'mma call Suzy Tall cutie, she'll do me like a porn movie I burn thousand
feat. Beanie Sigel, Lil' Mo & Memphis Bleek) [Jay-Z] Yeh, it's that knock right here You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system your
, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One