the driver's side, that a make your man yield Get your motherfuckin ass out the car, yeah you know the drill And from now on by conscious to who the fuck
by pulse, i honor the we weather to myself into her hands, and for an angel even she knew it well. when my drool dropped past her lips. A dead man floating
so then the Thing tired jump in Ben Grimm leaps into the ring, and after Redman he lunges 'But Reggie Noble dropped him with two Brick City punches!' Rhymes by
from diamond shamrock Look, all recruiters should be checkin' my stats I cross competition over shake em' dead in they tracks I pack an axe by my way, bodyguard by
, you're gettin' stuck what was goin' through your mind When you thought over Boss, you could ever fuck? (You could ever fuck) So nut up, whassup is I'ma drop
town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box Roll with the top-notch heat pop pop For the plot and we dropping 'em Unstoppable, cocking 'em, leaving 'em dead
zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom I'm Boosie, Bad A** and I zoom right by ya 760, patna, Krispy Kreme on the tires Smoke that fire, purple kush by the
on today. All lyrics by Peter Hammill Published by Hit and Run Music Publishing Ltd. Printed by permission. S-type records, 55-59 Shaftsbury Ave., London W.I. Calligraphy by
put on a contract Another sucker to rub Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub And many cops dropped dead I seen a man pull out a pistol and
', you might call me mister Now I got a drop top, I'm a ghetto wise guy Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by Case over like the last
with that Switch the beat up, switch the beat up again, necro shirts coming at you, You better rock em or else you'll be rocking blood! We dropping verses, we dropping
, and now she sick B. The drop on that jewelry store for 50. And I backed out last minute like "nah, this shit look risky" One of my mans dead, the other
of the trouble I'm in I want to walk away, start over again I left my bible by the side of the road Carve my initials in an old dead tree I'm going away
zoom zoom {Lil Bossie} I'm Boosie Bad Ass and i'll zoom right by you 760 parna Crispy Cream on the tire smoke that fire purple cush by the pound
as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
about to fall Want the love but they hate em all, wanting God but they ain't made the call Niggaz thinking they just too cool, fifteen years old dropped
[Sample from "Foe Tha Love Of $" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - w/ ad libs] For the love of money [x3] [Beat changes to instrumental of Jay-Z's "Dead Presidents