the anthrax in the air) You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air) Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there
everybody die, but what if people didn't die? And the sky was a place where you could just fly? Is it nine-one-one or nine-eleven? 2pac can you tell
closed gotta catch Dr. J's Blowin my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots
up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even
didn't witness the whole act In and out was the movement of the bozack It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin Then the nut came gushin And it was hell
up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of homies and watch me break 'em with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even
ever said life was gon' be easy But damn.. [ VERSE 1 ] Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when
sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
goin' straight to hell and I deserve their business Its useless don't know why I have this illness in me This killness in me I always knew that to hell
yet, brothers and sisters. There's somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan. Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people, (hello
the sidewalk Trains about to pass It smells like, hot open steaming ass. I gotta get out. Gotta get the hell out. I gotta get out. Get the hell out.
on this one right here [Verse One: Jay-Z] It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock Five six seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock Eleven o'clock
You wouldn't listen You tried to play me like a joke? Now who got the last laugh? Now take these bullets with you to hell [Sauce Money] You motherfuckers
the air is fresh as [a lie?] You are greeted by a civil servant She is dressed in beads She jots down your needs And casually recedes Look around Take the elevator
know I got elevens and twelves With at least thirteen or fourteen reasons why they fine as hell I hit 'em up like Blu Cantrell Hehehehehehehehe hell,
: (feat. Hell Razah) [Talking:] Yo, yo, what up, son? Yeah Get your weed and your Heineken It's melodic, Yo, yo, who got a stogie on them? Priest...
: (feat. Father Lord, Hell Razah) [Hell Razah] The Sunz of Man-sion, has been opened up The door is open, yeah, yeah It's like, beware of biochips,
: (feat. Hell Razah) Live my life [x4] [42 second intro whose speakers are impossible to list individually] [Killah Priest] Five brothers they were