the house of Aquarius Bring me more whiskey and rye Big news from the party boat Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine Oh, but I must confess, I
house of Aquarius, Bring me more whiskey and rye. Big news from the party boat Oh sir, do not distress The food is fine. Oh, but i must confess I
Media weapons! News at 11! Paper at 6 or systematic tricks And that's why I do what I do Say how I feel so you get it on the real True, true, any rapper
tell old news Wouldn't know the delphonics if I left you clues Tangled and strangled in the game of 'snap fool' I seen more life in a statue, uh And
cause I lust to bust when I clutch With the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hit list when I rip this Lyrically I'm material
touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this Lyrically I'
cold war It's Chica-I-go for What I know or, what's known So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home From the crib I spend months gone Sat by
if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I
my underwear... Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor I'm PS4 in HD and the screen
you said, 24 right? Aight cool, I got you Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered But I'll
a cold war it's chica-i-go for What I know or, what's known So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home From the crib I spend months gone Sat
my slightest touch That's why the people say that I'm much too much Chorus: I'm much too much I'm much too much I'm much too much I'm much too much
the house of Aquarius, Bring me more whiskey and rye. Big news from the party boat Oh sir, do not distress The food is fine. Oh, but i must confess I
] I saw these fools tryin to get around, tryin to let me down And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown Wit these guns of navarrone, I
Nino Bless, Crooked I, Royce Da 5'9") [Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I
