that wants to catch me slippin' Somebody hollered "don't go out like tupac!" That be the same nigga tryin' to fill me up, with buckshots The game get dirty that
Yummy yummy!" They call me the blood spiller that don't mean my blood gets spilt But I paint the graphic scenes of tragic deaths that gives you chills
new pill, revolution Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks Bad Touch Example, that
death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling
My heart was pounding, head in a spin Spellbound and wicked for in a sin I had no warning about her kind It did not matter, babe, she did not mind How
in sao paulo, but we remembered that he was in recife with faith no more, who had just arr For their brazilian tour. we thought about contacting our brazilian record company
you use to describe that bruise That's basic language I hitch hike and sang the songs That everybody knew and sang along To amuse myself I wrote some songs Speaking about
made Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade He says something like, ?You and me, babe, how about it?? You and me, babe, how about it?
. You made this a relationship. Every day you?re mad, You?re saying I?m the worst, I?m nothing that you expected. I never said that you were my girl
been a while The elves run frantic when they see that look in his eyes He sat me down and went on and on Wouldn't shut up about how Mrs.Claus had gone
Me How You Want Do It (How You Want Do It) We Can Shot Out To Florida Up In That Charger And Go Party Up In Houston Shawty Don't Worry Bout That Dude
Something that I hunger for, something you deny You say I'm bad for you and, baby, so do I Don't you know that all you gotta do You could be a lover and
I'm brown From the Boogie Down Productions Of course Our music be thumpin' Others say their bad But they're buggin Let me tell you somethin' now About hip hop About
That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz
died in the streets I'm pouring out liquor, until there's nuthin to drink That's how many cats died, slaid by the beast That night, 5-0 held caught in
? Talkin bout this rap shit These are the real motherfuckers, Population Control This IS the real hip-hop shit Some shit that none of y'all faggot motherfuckers know about That
her to go away A girl that'll smile and sometimes frown A girl that'll tear my apartment down A girl that likes to have a good time A girl that's involved
made Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade Says something like, "You and me, babe, how about it? You and me, babe, how about it?"