courts they get tossed that get spit lines To all niggaz that the Lord seemed to legit time Why we plan to live for-ev he had a different design Is it
death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos on my neck and my shoulder How many times
You've put these distances between us You've built these walls, they're your design With sharp and angry lies, you've cut the binding ties While making
(Yeah) We'll be like, "Remember this?" (Remember this) And it's gonna make us smile (Make us smile) 'Cause in the end we stayed down I ain't gonna lie, at time
with our souls, We were playing to win, We were beatin' the odds again. Time and space stood still that day, With Victory's soul and mine, We were running a race between
and varied, From the day she began her -- beguine. There were three famous ones whom she married, And God knows how many between. Alma, tell us! All
interesting list of tips devised by the US embassy in Madrid, and these tips were designed for Americans who found themselves in war-time airports. The
Check out my philosophy It's not all about between the sheets I put up with your bitchy moods It's time that you put papa in the groove Love and sex Both were designed
might let you breathe Put a mic in front of me, and I'm gonna bless it Hummingbird style, seventy times in one second Hummingbird style, seventy times
question of his sense of style We must point out his predilection To cover his glands Brothers, we've been led to believe That between adam and eve
m a street dude, who decided to rhyme with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind and your spine, that's why, ya'll wanna bite my design and
m a street dude, who decided to rhyme with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind and your spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my design and that
find the line Between what I use and abuse So unreal How I lie and try to deny The things that I feel I'll love you and hate you both at the same time
go First it's him then it's her Can't you see Then it's me Then it's us then it's you Misery, depression, elation all mine Refine confinement all my design
WTC disaster) yes, us people are just poems we're 90% metaphor with a leanness of meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once upon a time we
all I've been doin' Besides talkin' shit I ain't done nothin' to 'em They just mad 'cause when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em Between me and you, yo
the core Pray for you and yours and whoever you believe in more Look around you there's angels amongst us Look around you there's angels amongst us Sitting