life, I call dying slow I'm genetically predisposed The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul, freezing cold Feeling like I was given life And if I take it
all day We ain't joking serve it up, oh yes and the hard stuff Excess of the Zes make it sound right beat it up all you want It's a damn right, get up
just got struck by lightning Alright then I quit, God, I give up Call it evil that men do now forgive me for what my pen do This is for your sins, I
day, we just could never get it together Hey, wish there was a better way, for me to say it But I swear on everything, I'd do anything for her on any
world one day, I would pay it back Say it on tape and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back But I don't even know if I believe it when
one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it So that one day I could play it back But I don't even know if I would leave it when
the quick fast By the way anybody got money for gass? Nah, not me I don't, don't ask I got it, come on watch out, we gonna crash! Roll away now rob
(You've got the groove) You've got the groove and we want got some (Unfunky and obsolete) We're unfunky and we're obsolete (And out of time) And we'
singers] We'll be moanin' for my peeps, who've got shot down in the street We'll be moanin' for my brothers who've got locked down in jail We'll moanin
Look at these broads What have you done to them? Rippin'it, sippin'it Puttin' a clip in it Trimmin' it off the women I'm swimming It's odd to me your
you when you told your girl "ooo he can get it" Admit it You did it Let's hop a cab and split it I'm kiddin? We both going to where you livin? Ha, I got
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's
Run-DMC, now y'all brothers wanna rhyme with me Where's my house I've got the key Brothers can't see me, not All ya'll cats tryin to be me Might
for her, one bullet for him, Crimes of passion, ain't no more pullin' for them, And the worst way, we broke apart, it really hurts lady, I've gotta go
learnin' Chorus (first degree): Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp But if it was up to her, fool we
my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Saw the man with the hollow eyes Who didn't give me all my change But it didn't me this time 'Cause I know I've only got his moment and it's good I
If you want to bargain Then produce something real Deliver me the princess boy and you?ve got a deal (deliver him the princess boy and you?ve got a