his right foot, his enormous iron right foot, lifted-up, out, Into space, And the Iron Man stepped forward, off the cliff, into nothingness CRASH. Down the cliff the Iron Man
: Talking ( B.G.) Wuz happenin' man? Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz Ya heard me? Baby, Slim, Fresh, Turk, Wayne, Juvi, Joe Cassi, K.C.,
' your nose in mine Got these hoes in line, now these niggas gotta get in line I can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron On the block of
it comin [Never saw it comin] B. Gizzle, Y'all and Tech Nine together on the same track murkin somethin I told y'all boys, That you can't keep a nigga from the 3
future, got a purpose of life Bill man to devout man, share that Christ Love my neighbor, love Yahweh with all my might Walk it out in the spirit man
But mi nah sing a song with Frankie Paul Verse 3: Mister man and mister man nah bow down low Ah mister man amd mister man ah star freak show Nuff
fancy huh Nail done, hair done, everything done nails done, hair done, everything done oh you fancy huh [Drake:] You getting ready so I know we gon be here awhile in the bathroom flat irons
all been waiting for Funk Master Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam Records giving it to you baby. Yo Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is baby [Eminem] I used to be a lonely man
: (feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
: (feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: RZA] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
busted? Yeah, the man picked me up. Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message. Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3.
Man Yo Trap 2 Slow I Got Chia Pet Money Man My Money Gone Grow Got Dat Tony Tiger Kush Man Pimp It Smoke Great Got Dat Creotine Cash Man Im Puttin On
I gotta give it to U raw man (uhh) Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw I'm a nigga from da block man (uhh) In da club puttin down wit da block man
effect BOY Aight My man J Follow Gangsta Codes My man J.P. Follow Gangsta Codes My Man Jerry Follow Gangsta Codes Can't forget about Ryan he Follow Gangsta Codes Sam, the Man
gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh Uh-huh-UHH Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me Jigga-Man, Volume 3
you some good advice young man You better learn to play guitar [Chorus] All women around the world want a phony rock star Who plays guitar You can pump your iron
we know not what we do Ain't nuttin here, ain't nuttin you gotta say to that Now what you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it man? [police sirens
frankfurt sein hei?t das du gegen den rest bist (immer wenn ich rhyme) schreib ich zeilen aus einem guss wie die iron bitch denn viele rapper bellen und
