il mio destino... Quai veghezza di mirto? Indierto mi rivolgo.... 'L dubbio m'assale 'L dubbio m'assale Non ti rimembra Disiata forma? 'L dubbio m'assle 'L
? If you are against God, you are against man) (French) Sade dit moi pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir ? Le plaisir sans l'amour. N'y a t'il plus de sentiment
But when I start droppin' wicked shit you can't trust it Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde ridin' inside your mind It's hard to see the U-N-H-O-L-Y when you're
breathe your last breath, and play the game of death [Mastamind] Bad guys never lose, so I bet I win I don't die, but I come back again and again [Esham
I'm comin' back with the wicket shit, but now I gotta fuck it I cut my dog's head off and threw it in a bucket The U-N-H-O-L-Y, cross my heart and hope
-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O
: (feat. The L.O.X.) [Intro] Jadakiss: What up what up what up, yea! Styles: Eve let's do it again! Hahaha... [Verse 1: Styles] Yea it's the ghost
Keep the L up, 'cause I don't care You can throw your sticks, and you can throw your stones Like a rocket, just watch me go Yeah, l-o-s-e-r I can only
Lily: You give so much! I just wish Miley were here Hannah: Miley? Who's Miley? I don't know a miley? That's a strange name. Lily: Oh shes my best friend
go. With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya'll disgrace the C-P-T. Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy, with no vaseline... [Refrain] [L.L
to get money for a jumbo When you go to sleep you count Five-O's Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin' Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't
the perfect times with you. i want to lose my body, seven hits won't trick me like last time, and i know, these visions i have, they aren't real, they aren't
music up, turn me down Guru.. let's go get 'em again This time it's for the money my nigga Brooklyn, stand up [Verse One] There's never been a nigga
: [Intro] Yo once a pimp gets threats That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr And I, nigga
X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck) I run wild, gun high, L.A. style Bang the roscoe to the sunrise
don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to floss I used to be O.T., applyin the force Shoot up
, we go hard! (B-R-O-O-K!) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! (L-Y-N! COME AGAIN!) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! (B-R-O-O-K!) Brooklyn we go hard, we
You To The Glory Oh I Can't Study War Yeah I Can't Study War No No I Can't Study War Yeah I Can't Study War Uh I Can't Study War Now Where The Southside