y'all (y'all) Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar) Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory His train of thought will stain that car
five As long as I'm alive my niggaz we gon', be strong Now peep the song, the streets is gone, to each his own From money spent to every song that I was
to get a whole CD Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done (Bringing back sweet memories) (Bringing back sweet memories) (Bringing back sweet memories) (Sweet memories
build Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal What's the deal? A lot of cats who buy
God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
from nine to five As long as I'm alive my niggaz we gon' be strong Now peep the song, the streets is gone, to each his own From money spent to every song
assume I'm stopless Bounty's on my head for info Gossipers turn philosophers lie My whole life is so strife So I write to escape my memories I got
Artist: charli baltimore f/ missjones [charli] Yo, this song is about four people that I loved and I lost Try to feel me, yeah Time flies Still remember
recordin, 'til I'm makin songs harder than 'Pac's If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there (I'm right there!) Every memory under my Dodger
Of Tha LOX I Wont Stop Recordin' Till Im Makin Songs Harder Than Pac's If It Dont Happen At Least A Nyggah Know He Right There Every Memory Under My
[Intro] I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding Come and fucking get me, motherfucker Yeah, break, start the song now
bite the dust while Im writin this song then I might just end up right where I belong amongst legends that's how yall should remember me gone but forever existent in a memory
(Song intro) (Girl talking) Yo stop driving crazy! (Chino) Shut the fuck up yo! I drive...Yo word is bond, i need a sign, yo I'm stopping right here
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal What's the deal? A lot of cats who buy records
God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
they build Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal What's the deal? A lot of cats
