the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane When you sittin in between em' they hittin' when you clean em', Glitenin' when you seen em' Beemin
when you got lime, headphones, ice and and palm trees No books, no rules, no upcoming proofs, or puzzles to figure out Tonight the movie is yours, can you
The Good Sticky Weed We Dampen The Swisha, Pass It To My Nigga Motherfucker Better Pick Up Your Gun; You Better Prepare Got My Eyes Closed, Let The Smoke
Known and the Unknown Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home You can move mountains with your misery if you don't If you don't It comes to
your hand and pull you Up close to me Now tell me can you hear the voice of love calling you and me Girl nows the time to lay you down and make you
crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga No obituary, I get it critical You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you When I cock the plastic, make
[Nas] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three ki's, new
be thinkin' that my eyes are closed But there not ese Trucha when you get too close You'll know, that I know What you think? I don't know I might explode
have to, I want to No, I don't just wanna have you I want you [Chorus:] I lost a part of me When you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please
: Tricky Can't be with the one you love then love the one you're with Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe I pull the lid Her touch tickles, especially
can feel it on my mouth I can taste you on my fingers I can hear you like the holy ghost And kill you if you get too close! (Grazie a -Sickness_666
everything I need. Right now. Life is short, but I forget sometimes. Been kicked around and left behind, But you could read between the lines. And maybe you?ll see what you
and the heat The witness from above never feels peace he sees In the dead of night alter boys molested by priests Pious men behind closed doors cuddle close
Stetson brim Open your fossils, leave you constipated with bad meals at Roscoe's Keith Korg, from cyborg [Chorus: Ice Oscillator] Now could this be the Analog techniques you
Chorus So if you love yourself you won't cross my path I gasoline niggas up and torch they ass 40 yards from the field goal caught the pass While you
Chorus] So if you love yourself you won't cross my path I gasoline niggas up and torch they ass 40 yards from the field goal caught the pass While you