noise Listen to me Listen to my voice Oh oh oh oh I?ll be on the road, and no, you can?t tag along I?ll be coming home Listen to this song Listen to me
boys and girls no shoes on their feet; all the men who leave home dying in the war zones and the women do it all they own. It reminds me of the ghettos
I can't dream No desire or circumstance keeps it from me One by one, to department stores, we walk through the aisles In a forest of designer clothes, you touch me
leave me sailing this lonely ocean (Busy, hotthead) Girl... listen me Gyal... come hug me up, hug me up, hug me up Mi miss di way yuh kiss me and love
PUMP SONG [Sen Dog] Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes We the vatos that run on Los Angeles Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me If you
ll write this story down, but you'll never guess the Final twist Blow the whistle on the whole design As they find my name on that fatal mailing list
Like father, like son Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes No point in feeling purer boy, your background intervenes Listen good and listen
then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa cause you slay me Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady Killa, drive me half crazy, let's
: (feat. Trife Da God & Mr. Maygreen) [Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) This is
mad by letting you in Long as you listen to me closely as you get to know Jin First of all I had the thirst of all rappers combined Worst of all people told me
this here Thank AP while they thank me And I?d be mad too if you aint me Call me Mr D?s or Mister boss See me riding clean in a Rolls Royce N-ggas talking
Their modern therapist for the devil's pit Designs for the ghettos to fit On the top of the federal list Now tell me who hell is this? Rebels throw up
me The enemy is my worst enemy Virus to this music industry, come and deliver ya water, ya penalty, niggaz they be killin' me like they mobsters from
You turn the night into day - yeah Only you are the manchild You are the light and you are the way Tell me the secrets I wanna know Tell me the
me 1990 made a demo age of 15 It was my dream to just bust on the scene Flat top fade, with the lines and designs Rockin' hammer pants was the style
feet but then Who knows who really decides? In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity The astronaut listens to voices that call Won't you follow me