been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like
been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like
Syndicate cellar an' let your body rot 'Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard Call me The Ice or just The Iceberg Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night
and body bags, y'all feel me? Is it too real G? Brothers say drop some heat T Absolutely, everything is goochie since we realized This games' the only one
' it up for them anyhow Wherever you are you're a star Rhyme Syndicate blowin up like napalm I got my man Chilly Dee deejayin on the set And the one and only
dogs can't smell 'em, come on Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might
, that's when I saw her sitting over there She was chilling with her girlfriends (Yeah) I was chilling with my homies (Yeah) Then she made her over to my table (Whoa) And she started
s from the heart from the start Played my part Seemed like I just wasn't reaching the charts 5000 hours, rewritting Power Over and over Some nights sober, some nights
many chicks can u fit in that ride, put em' up homie Get Down!) Clipse) Hey ! It's just a day in the life, Club nights is one of the reasons I love life
t have a thing to say So you are the only light I see You are the only light I need When everybody
[Kardinal Offishall] I just started, just finished Lyrics complete the circle of a rap singer Combine with feeling mean and plus a reason And to rock
say your achin' U wanna easier life? You should go to Iraq and talk about love... Cause we only get one life, and then it's gone for good, And your the only one
I think Bob Dylan said that He hit New York City He began to play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came
givin' it up, uh To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say To all my bitches that be givin' it up, ah C'mon Baby, you're such a typical, everyday, one night
Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second Niggaz in the street they want it hurry When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts
sunlight that settles over the Washington A trip to the market a trip around the world Where the evening meal is negotiable, if there is one This is
' rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
only want you to supply demand So here I am, check my DNA Gettin' money's the only thing on my resume I thought I told you Imma a star You see that