that time when my soul kicked back in. I tried to move my fingers or somethin, got nothin, but dirt hitting the top from them shoveling, n I'm fucked
from New York And that's real shit, blazed the Philly It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith 'Cause who didn?t wanna be the Fresh Prince? Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks
York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks
the industry's tryin to fuck you (you better ask somebody) [x2] They want us in, now they want us out. They cant keep us in, but they cant kick us
flamed up witha a B hat And im patten my pockets yellin " wheres my piece at " Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat Got a gun n kicked in
is the Tech N9NE experience Yeah, A.C.I.D. (I love you very much) P.C.P. (I love you very much) Carabou leez This is the Tech N9NE experience I'm on
nigga fucked up in the head gotta stay high to survive I ain't gone lie these streets be havin a nigga wanna die bein a breeder gots to stay alive keep
'm doin' a billie five If it wasn't for my helmet yeah I wouldn't be alive I had a powder hot girlie the bitches kicked in I lost control of my fuckin
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never
Dr.King I had a dream to be one of the greatest musicians alive. Too many remember when I die. I love, I love music. It got me staying alive. And
alive Is alive and well So goodnight to all the world Sleep tight all the boys and girls Heaven walks hand in hand with hell Rock 'n roll is alive Is alive
never played, and then i ask about the girls he'd date, behind our backs when mom would stay up late, It was near when i turned 16, got kicked out
trunk, get shot in the face No hoes, no clothes, no one showin' up for my shows You know how it goes, I might as well kick it at home But my baby momma
For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows Let the liquid talon soak into the seam of your coat Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician
not confuses me dont thank cause i do music i wont pull up with oozes thay wont me just like tookiie but guccimane survive dont ask me nothing stupid or bury me alive
a trunk, get shot in the face No hoes, no clothes, no one showin' up for my shows You know how it goes, I might as well kick it at home But my baby
9-5 For all you niggaz out there Thats true to the muthaphukkin game N.W.A.'s back in this bitch And busta ass niggaz don't even understand it Yo yella kick
9-5 for all you niggaz out there thats true to the muthaphukkin game N.W.A.'s back in this bitch and busta ass niggaz don't even understand it yo yella kick