Wander where exiles wander Cuz there's a life to live out there Smothered in obedience There's a life to live out there But you have to try one of these days
Girl Bitin they lip when they taste this dick, no trickin, diamonds and pearls My niggas hard like sleepin on a steel matress in the hole for thirty days
they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered intimacies might
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one
say, life's short gotta hold my steel Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-
one life to give in, get in where ya fit in The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin' With these New York desperadoes
-determination in one single stroke. She has agreed to install deadly cruise missiles on British soil Over which the Americans have total control. The American
the police, calling the G men Calling all americans to war on the underworld All I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonight [Verse One: Lil
the original nation Aiyo, here in the wilderness of North America and all over the planet Earth, daddy) {Aiyo, Ringz, set up on these niggas, death rate
self-determination in one single stroke. She has agreed to install deadly cruise missiles on British soil Over which the Americans have total control. The American
survival is these dope fiends Ya say me sellin dope is a cop-out I tryed to apply, But I'm a high school dropout Bump rap, Fat Chill ain't the one for
They say, life's short gotta hold my steel Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one
one to expose the beast (when it's) Still un-American to be for peace (yeah) Revenge is a dish best served with steel If it's on then, lets get it on
the one to expose the beast (when it's) Still un-American to be for peace (yeah) Revenge is a dish best served with steel If it's on then, lets get it
if I get rolled up the brother won't fold up I reach for the steel and say, "Hold up" Seen a lotta things in my days And that's why I'm set in my ways
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one
