had a flame thrower and some gasoline Set the city on fire that's on everything I walk around like I got a grip in my pants Yeah that's about 10 stacks, half a
are powdered with white salt. Their lips are shaping silent words: I see my name as it spills out. I see them walking on their knees, Led in a chain
wounds are powdered with white salt Their lips are making silent words I see my name as it spills out I see them walking on their knees Lead in a chain
P-A-C get crazy with G-A-T's I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't wanna race me I do Mach 1 over a A-F-B No if's, A-N-D's, or B-U-T's A hundred bars ain't SHIT
seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [Mama Morton] Over these work that we sent, he never lost a case for a female client yet. And a sweet little puss
s a long strange ride, I can't tell you why But there's a place in your pocket where peace can abide You pull it out, it's a compass, a guide And it will
rivers ran red, now it's the sky that grows black Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth We light a match, but what is that little flame
A. Artie! ARTIE It's a year to begin a new life Buy a place somewhere quiet, somewhere pretty. When you have a young kid and a wife then you need somewhere
For thirty a month and his board I started to say where he might land a job When a fellow came in through the door And I could tell he was lookin' for
to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy) {Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates At churches and shit? (He's spittin flames right
and shit A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips We've got whores
Love you little baby like a m-m-machine gun You're a symphony of elegance A masterpiece of grace An animated work of art Who's acquired a taste For
my tapdance sword splash Yo.. my nigga dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash Hard to walk the righteous path Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath Flavor for
For the green I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!" [ Poppa LQ ] Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips With a thousand A.K.'s and a
love me again Undo this hurt you caused When you walked out the door And walked outta my life Un-cry these tears I cried so many nights Un-break my heart
the man in the chair who believes it's beyond him to walk. I've been hiding behind words, fearing a deeper flame exists, faintly aware of the passage
got a flame thrower and some gasoline set the city on fire thas on everything i walk around liek i got a grip in my pants yeh thas about 10 stacks got half a
spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite Chorus (minus
