for class I locked my bike to yours It wasn't hard to find Your painted flowers oh Guess that I was afraid That if you rode away You might not roll back
murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted [Tupac] Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house
, as the world turns.. haha.. Burn baby burn [Napoleon] A lot of ni**az get burned as the world turns A lot of ni**az gettin burned as the world turns.. Gettin burned
a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house
musical thing call thatis how we roll Some boy wani roll deep and sell dem soul This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold This is how we roll J
young man, because, when he came out he came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy Ha, I like that So everybody in the house, give a warm, round
Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still shermed out Court's adjourned!,court's adjouned! Rest and burn! [Layzie]
in my hand, step and you'll be shot dead Still mother fuckin' crazy, don't doubt me Pocket full of line, pack of bogies and my house keys Aw, Jeeze; I be burnin
looking for po po Someone looking through windows The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb Adrenaline pumped up Still I remain calm House lit
: I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action
do And the one thing I want All of is you Don't want to labor at love Rather do without Won't carry the tourch I want to burn down the house I wanna
the hottest thing in the streets Our beats is Swizz Cheesed up with holes in the shit Double R roll thick And ain't nothin' sweet but Drag-Eve tracks Honey Roasted Burn
tide Those that froze chose to die Stay higher than a hello, how you doin? Burn the rubber till the tires ruin Burn a coat of fire human Cause this Drag Burnin
) Until the day he rhyme for you (uh huh, uh huh) And the sun came pouring down (tell 'em girl) (Ghostface) Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace And my
of motherfuckers asked me why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit But this year I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live Brother Marquis in the house
Increase the bass response Hope n the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip And pop bullshit Turn up your stereo hops Insert the rhyme clip Roll
barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection I woke up next to a dead body Roll