As soon as I'm receivin' the call, now give me the ball, I run with the dog and keep the ball [? ] and meet me at the mall [? ] on the wall and makin'
A gift. Wishes can Come true. Whistle while You work. So hard All day. To be like other girls To fit in in this glittering world. Don't give me songs. Don't give me
, Whistle while you work, So hard all day? To be like other girls, To fit in, in this glittering world. Don?t give me songs, Don?t give me songs. Give me
niggaz, you know? A Bird, a Magic, or something, yeah, you know a nigga got dough A nigga can leave the league, but if I leave. The fans still gonna love me
returning Leave your soul at the gates Out of doubt, no hope Satan feeds our madness Insanity confirms where we stand Spit the red vile breath and Wrath is our gift
told different stories, no matter Who or what invented the monster, their souls would be forever Damned to Hell" [Ice T] Enter the death chambre, cash richer, leave
it No man can deny it so don't even try it!!! I love ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) I Love Ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) That
intrude, to declare the fate, an angel will fall My aspiration, you beg, the iteration, imbibes, as only you can I've tried, to leave this fucking hell
Who the hell can see forever?" And Please, remember me Seldomly In the car behind the carnival My hand between your knees You turn from me And said, "
hell is slow, puffin' out your nose Creatin' fogs of old school flicks, I do this for kids My music, my gift, broken ghettos and harsh reality Made me
me prove myself Let me earn your trust Let me betray The way that we discussed I don't want to thieve I don't want to snatch Get away from me Stay the
killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e
a forest MC's y'all are clitoris Y'all niggaz roll with any click that's winnin any crew Doin whatever's trendy, even they leave me too Ain't enough
: Outside of me, you try to picture me Young and black, that ain't no mystery But inside runs deep like an ocean You couldn't understand if I spoke in
streets but - we don't jump brooms we just carry street sweepers! Hell yeah! Detroit city? I'm felt there! Leave a brain elsewhere! - It's the name on
different story to tell. When life won't let you grab it, because your bad habits have turned everything to Hell, don't come cryin' to me. I'll keep walkin
high Hear my prayer Take me now To thy care Where You are Let me be Take me now Take me there Bring me home Bring me home. (Fantine's spirit appears
I'm the top rapper, at the top of the shelf I leave these suckers in amazement, dazement And Death Row is still the label that pays me (Chorus: Snoop
