me has just got to be real Before you know the way I?m going to feel I?m going to feel I?m going to feel Oh yeah! Now I have you with me, under my power
me has just got to be real Before you know the way I'm going to feel I'm going to feel I'm going to feel Oh yeah! Now I have you with me, under my power
to sleep. I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine Which my true love did not know, And so I poisoned that dear little girl Down under the bank below. I
me wondering what I've become When I'm alone to think of my torture I never have to pretend I love you I have no conscience, I have compassion I'd like
like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers My style is perhaps one of the foulest I
is gone We up all night, I wonder if you can hang We used to hang from a tree Now we hangin' behind the rope, we V.I.P. We do it B.I.G., ain't no need
Lobos, ad-ios, a-migo At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm flowin' Tellin' Question to keep it, goin' What I'm doin', I'm not really knowin' But umm, to
I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause
I brought a bat to a mosh-pit (Well what you do then??) I split some craniums in half And caved a few in Before long I'm standing there alone I shut the
Layzie - Well what you do then??) I split some craniums in half And caved a few in Before long I'm standing there alone I shut the party down For
align Oh, the dragon's boards were blazing As I stepped into his cave Then I sliced his freaking cockles With a long and shiny blade 'Twas I who bugged
i'm a do something bad to ya cause you a mother******* h** I'll see you in the club in the middle of the flo I'm a tussle I'm a tussle I'm a tussle I'
shot for J5 I'm all the way live, I socialize with the wise Underprivileged spiritually deprived At times in the flesh, airwaves getting checked The vibe is energized by the way I spit my dialect I
wana die (what) All I know is pain (what) All I feel is rain (what) I cannot maintain (what) With maddness on my brain (what) I resort to violence
big before I return hit the porcellain [Ill Knob - K.G.B.] The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus 'cause I don't got time for these faggots,
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