up, get up. Listen to the sound in the underground as it calls out your name. And then one voice sings, a??I have much more to offer.a?? The true
up, get up, get up. Listen to the sound in the underground as it calls out your name. And then one voice sings, ?I have much more to offer.? The true
thugs that grind (All the way) [Verse 4: Bizzy] They tellin me I was the one that was shoot up And neva got 50/50 then we fillin em Offer the rhythm
Yeah I can see the road to ruin and I'm lookin' for some action I got my finger on the trigger and a match to the fuse I'll make someone an offer that
: Joe Budden] I'm on the grind, hit Harlem shake me (?) I ain't gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers Low finger on the triggers, all
forever still one of a kind Got love for the thugs that grind (All the way) [Verse 4: Bizzy] They tellin me I was the one that was shoot up Offer the
wit cheap guns, and triggers that work You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks [Pharrell] If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers And hit ya more
it) It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (Kurupt) On and on and on it's more strange Time to heat, shootin range Quick
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, Du kannst mir sehr gefallen! The news had come out in the First World War The bloody Red Baron was flying once more The
on smoke a blunt with the halves, when the past In my hood everybody dirt poor But the preacher come through with the lexus on more more Wonder if the
have it It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride On and on and on it's more strange, time to heat, shootin' range Quick with
today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer
it puts off in my head. And you know what've come to me? The other day, that all the really knock-out acts. Have something more different going on,
called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I didn't need, I couldn't take it no more Saw my teacher miss
Yeah, I can see the road to ruin and I'm lookin' for some action I got my finger on the trigger and a match to the fuse I'll make someone an offer that
Seize the pipe, offer your life, inhale this obsession. Filling the lungs of minorities youth, coincidental connection? The sickness spreading, into their
what, yo? I'm-a rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no more Burn 'til I can't burn no more Shine 'til there's no shine no more 'Til the earth can't turn no more
59 Imma rhyme til I can't rhyme no more Burn til I can't burn no more Shine til there's no shine no more Til the earth can't turn no more Until I'm 5'
