, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of
beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene. Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep. No halfs wit no straps, jack. It's on to bounce back. And an ounce
We Can Ride To The Beat, Light It Up, Let It Burn When You Vibin' With Me, Gotta Keep It Real To Survive In These Streets, Come See It For Your Self
wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court
in peace he taught me how to chop That's why I love the hood and everything we got From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops All white Air Force
peace he taught me how to chop Thats why I love the hood and everything we got From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops All white Air Force
drug wars Living by gun law Jailcats come home and want to take yours As the young one, growing up broke me and my people as the self, huh, I guess we
: [Jay-Z's Mom:] Sean Carter was born December 4th Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces He was the last of my 4 children The only one who didn't give me
as you realize these niggas just goin' to the store. Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from God to be used for self-preservation
your Arm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made, And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A big Fucking joke. Slaughter the pig, the self
: [Verse 1: Xzibit] Justine, 19, just got clean Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem She ain't felt this good in a while A new leash on life, a vibrant
From something that weighs just an ounce Like life since the moment that we met But I don't deserve anything I get I don't deserve anything I get I am self
the fog You know that we hit the ground upright We feel nothing so jump into the fog What a great achievement it was To find someone who shirks such little self
To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O Drop A 4 In A 20 Ounce And Call It 24
we can ride to the beat light it up, let it burn when you vibin' with me gotta keep it real to survive in these streets come see it for your self how
door It's too bad if you're not for sure, not for sure 'Cause I ain't wanna do it like this But I'm losing every ounce of self control You're just too
of snow Something's goin' wrong I can tell but I dont know I got this feelin' in my gut this ain't how it supposed to go Three pounds, two ounces and
mix you up more like dj red So mike g, when the light turns red, Don't stop, proceed ahead. Go on with your, Go on with your, Go on with your, Bad self