in every single way But I can't imagine, just why you're here. You've got your foot in the door, babe. The look that's on your face says that you would rather move on
Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full of our style we fill up our clientele
firebomb sale Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full of our style we fill
you girl. (2x) Bring it on back girl on bring it on back. (3x) Bring it on back girl i make it clap. Bring it on back girl on bring it on back. (3x)
fo' whateva let's ride let's ride." [Krayzie] "These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona. When we arrive we'll cop a place we can bunk, And meet
) Yeah, this how we gon' do this (uhh, uhh, ooh!) [Ludacris] Yo, girl you taste like a Cinnabun So sweet from the thighs to the cheek Sex on the beach
all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still plaaayyy
. It's all the same, no face or complexion. You're not worth what you're spending. When you're screaming "Danger, Danger!", don't stop, go on alone
into the ocean. Hey! They're in your room while you're sleeping. They're in your car behind the seat waiting. All the rifle sights are on the back of
a sleepless night. Maybe this will be their last fight. But we're safe in each other's embrace, All fears go out as I look on your face- Better
daughter, we're the son we're the people, we are one we're the source, we're the force we're the Earth, we're the stars we're the fire, we're the hand
that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting My Dundee atire for MC hunting Step up and out the ring Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King But wine
danger Silence is a stranger, anger commanding demanding Other sides surrendering to the strangler Show of force we cross and aim higher Knock'em down then we cease fire
re sleeping Amongst us. We're in your dream. NURSE You're dreaming. try to rest, my child. MEN'S CHORUS (ghosts) You called us, We heard you And we
