spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil
nigga D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze Son I
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze Son I ain't
mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the
you, son But pity words stick to my tongue And sorry words have all been sung So many times before Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago Oh, Mr. Blue
s not a dealer or a pimp But now he walks with a permanent limp And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked Walcy Hawkins and her son
sympathize you, son But pity words stick to my tongue And sorry words have all been sung So many times before Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago Oh, Mr. Blue
son of the God [Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs I wake up... and I don't know where I am.. I wake up... and I.. [Verse Two: Royce] The true and living son
turbans Purple silk, blue quilt, sippin soy milk as the scales tilt Holy tablets made from the Abbot's finest fabrics Crystal glass, gold rims flooded with gems The son of Shim sung