off their homelands and slaughtered in the name of Jesus. Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized, just to be shot and scalped on the other side
off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road
inside Grady Tagged with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank) I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old E Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all wrong Blood last five
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
me at the top smilin', he shoulda stopped wildin' Now could you picture me tryin' to finish him off? See why I pictured me on this side of the law High
almost got wiped out on the wave, Thought 11 was tsunami For the prices of the yay (Fuck The City Up) The hustlas, they know the saga of the story (I Know The Story
to all the parties just to rock the house Word man I remember those good days well Well chill out man cause I got a story to tell About five years ago
down the stairs And me at the top smilin', he shoulda stopped wildin' Now could you picture me tryin' to finish him off? See why I pictured me on this side
trigger nigga, do the damn thing Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG Anybody can get it, thats all im sayin [Verse-Young Buck] Two Fo-Five's, tattood on my side
here?" "Do your math" "Do your math" "One, t-t-two, three, four" "What are we talking about here?" Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
I stand here before the forces of evil with a style The poetically God-gifted child Bringin' forth the story of a lyrical soldier Blessed to manifest
tha gold thangs Bounce to the spot, check my crap Wash, wax, straight on fat The bass on heat every time I ride A long haired bitch on the passenger side
[Chorus:] Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One You done when I see you (David Banner, banner) Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (
here, check [Verse One:] I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every
Inability to Hi-Five and difficulty communicating your coastal Hip Hop Region. West Side (damn it) With hands you'll be able to: Hold Mug Play keyboard Write a story
