sense?, take a U-turn, make it right, for the two-triple zero, we come hummin', my hand grippin' the mic tight, that's how I'm comin', All-the-way-live (x
Yeah, year of the Squarian Zeroes that's prepared to win Heroes we keep burying Burn up the charts This is ? on the violin Betting on X is like seeing
Hosss) My inner fucken coloured just wants to be discovered You vokken naai skinner aan (?) Elke vokken poes is pienk aan die binnekant. Zed to E to the motherfucken F
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want Sell me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a
No message, Preoccupied with flow Whatever happened to that storytelling style that you know Or you Don 't, "Whatever, now I don't give a What! " Almost said the F
than just dough "Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow" [x5] [Big Juss] A hot wire like a third rail is live [x3] From here to oblivion, I obliterate
la vois dans la vibe clip ricain facon Elle respire New York sans chercher de raison Tout le monde devient "Ground Zero" quand elle flotte sur le mix Langues dehors, les idees classees X
faulty On the double[W], you need to back off me Before you get X'ed out, hollarin' Y me Cause i'm servin' niggas Z's, over my cheese [Chorus x4] That
mask it, post it on God Because me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard Me and my Click roll thick f'real and be thinkin of funk like you a moth
[Ruck] To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me [x2] "Hardcore, far
[Chorus] [Pep Love] I'm about as swift as lightning greased [Opio] And I'm cold like Sub-Zero feel the deep freeze [Both] We the ones that
Welcome to the voice response registration system of True School University representing universally you have added hip hop ethics one two zero for
in materia scindo il nucleo, io gioco in Serie A, mentre tu stai ancora col Subbuteo, sono Senior, zero M.A.F.I.A., zero junior, la mia robba e come
nigga got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid Chorus: Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up *repeat x3*
sleep Cause I keep a AK, ready to chop the streets And I don't need no friends, but I need those ends I'm trying to get the six double zero Benz You
fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson Thousand dollar hoodies I'm pickin up about 15 That's about 15 thousand I'm trickin zero on bitches Zero Zavosky crystals
f/ Raekwon the Chef Verse One: Havoc and Prodigy Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin Look
