screamin for God's mercy R.L.S. get bloodthirsty, many were persecuted Executed, that have no soluted Family trees were uprooted, anyone found on the streets
from the mind My addictions to benjamins, liquor, cars and chronic Fuckin bitches when I should have been at Enharmonic layin vocals Instead of runnin the streets
what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax I walk the street
: lord have mercy, rah digga L: turn the heat up Cause we about to creep up *come get it* L: it's off the meter Plus we tear the street up *come get
that make the average, not stand a chance And I keep spitting until the top dogs, know I'm the man I'm running you back to the streets, go and hustle
Crying out Can't you hear, wont you rescue me? CHORUS Produced by Mark Street Engineering and programming - Annie O'Raque Guitars - Annie O'Raque, Jane Piano and keyboards - Pete Jacobsen Lead and backing vocals
(Roy Orbison & Bill Dees) Vocal Arrangement: Sean Altman Oh pretty woman, walkin' down the street. Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet, Pretty woman
it) [Chorus: Lord Have Mercy, Rah Digga] [L:] Turn the heat up cause we about to creep up COME GET IT [L:] It's off the meter plus we tear the street
Hello everybody, recording live from somewhere Lord, Lord have mercy All nice an' peace an' true, follow me now, we say Say, "Hi-Tek, yes, you're rulin
, flute, lead vocals) Ralph humphrey (drums) Chester thompson (drums) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Robert camarena (background vocals
Mark volman (vocals) Howard kaylan (vocals) Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley dunbar (drums) George duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin lickert
Call my name, call my name, pimp shit, uh Call my name, call my name, uh, pimp shit Call my name, yeah, turn my shit up a little bit, my vocals I hypnotize
sfaire lapider On prit pour que Dieu nest pas fini dnous guider Jsuis ni un sage ni un heros Mon hardcore est a la street ce que les shlags sont a lhero
s'etalent. Ma prose est la mais qui me reproche de trouver sans chercher ignore combien je cherche sans trouver et ce qu'en sont les affres. Au dela du stade "street
mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax I walk the street
West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets
