: Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears
Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears out
little thing reminds me of you Reminds me of you, reminds me of you, reminds me of you... [repeats] Yes, party people, we drop and feet go, some make your fist
hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes Harder than granite, hoes know I'm coming With the grand force of Van Damme's fist in a damn cannon
me to try it Nah I ain't Nas get the fuck off my dick Besides from the smell of it I'm hatin' the flavor Last night for the hell of it I raped her neighbor
as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes Harder than granite, ho's know I'm comin with the grand force of van dams fist in a dam cannon so fans
were made to forget Bring the noise, to all my boyz Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel
were made to forget Bring tha noise To all my boyz Know tha real from tha bustas And the decoys And if ya hustle like a real 'G' Pump ya fists if ya feel
last time but when will it show? I think you should come back and rip your heart from the seams again Fingernails are gripping my flesh as my patience slips from
: {*Male sings in background, which repeats the last word on every other line during 50 Cent's verse; then says "body" throughout Banks & Yayo's verse
talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown
us. Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust. It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk Ok … let’s go Eminem Back
released from this lying tyranny Infamy! This murder is not crime Felony! But ritual sacrifice Villainy! That enthroned us divine Blasphemy! The source of a new breath! From
: Why do I live in the past and why should it hurt me to ask If someone can hear, I'm standing right here But this talking aloud cannot last I've never
keep it going like crisco Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full by the crate full, and we grateful When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful (Last
Police-man And dog if you with it then pump ya fist in tha air And pray for the politicians freely; get a amen? The last days of the last days [Bizzy
for the dough and make a mess of things, Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it, Instead of using their mind or their fist, they put a gun in
to relaxation and awaiting no surprise But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes And closer still and closer the sampans circled round And yet from
