off done the boat felt the flow Under my belt plenty live Twenty five in the front row Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin Rumble in the Bronx Slugs out start
cookies bent books keys three tennis balls Peanut butter a Japanese chicken clock and when it falls On eight thirty I'm hurting it's early and my hair
there's eight Eight whack crews' poppin' big time trash Tellin' us that in a battle we can't last The battle started at ten thirty an' by quarter of
, I ain't tryna battle on a ground or gravel Through four make the hollows travel I got Montana nines, more tangled lines Who wanna wine and dine with Bris, get in line
(Na, na, na) Some na na (Na, na, na) Some na na (Na, na, na) Out with the old girl, in with the new Tastes so good, lemme get me a spoon Thirty one
, dewy, gooey, slop It all starts with a quick chop, drop Pumpkin rolls on the floor Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that) Cut along the hair line
, gooey, slop It all starts with a quick chop, drop Pumpkin rolls on the floor Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that) Cut along the hair line
dinner nap Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell The mine boss hollered, "Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick axe Give me enough coal to start
know I play it like a pro in the game Now you know I play it like a pro in the game Yeah, thirty shots in the clip n****** let's trip Line 'em up, put
shoot guns and hit targets Meat market, chop haters up who start shit MJG, rippin' holes in body gaurds Outta line, polices' and boys who think they body hard And when the party started
i got a fuckin' head on my shoulder And lead in my holster, face on the poster The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta' But you can't so you start
here, sweetheart You can stop a world war even before it start We know the enemy won't pull the trigger When they walk out on the front line and they
Bob Gibson I started on a journey about a year ago to a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio. I've never been much of a traveler, and I really
Hot Pink rock 'n' roll, come on Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad And now it's dropping down to thirty below I can't feel my toes but baby
swirly bowling bowl with the three finger-holes lined up as the creature's eyes and open mouth.) Prof. Von Fission: "Yes, that's right. Cost me a dollar thirty
before Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't it feel so good flying high without a net above the neighborhood? I love to cross the line I get a running start and I
mission statement I got no more patience I got no more time I'm tired of following orders Sticking to the company line I wanna change the world And I'm starting
easy Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin' In five years I started that shit Sold my part for thirty million