bled all we had But out momentary joy was a lie And heavenly moments never last In the grave of our souls hope lies buried Wasting time in our sweet wicked circle
we bled all we had But out momentary joy was a lie And heavenly moments never last In the grave of our souls hope lies buried Wasting time in our sweet wicked circle
Thanks to jigga@hot.ee for these lyrics. It starts like this Just cock and lick it Gats hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted
niggas, ain't no love for them Put a nigga in his place, momma cryin' at the wake That's right that's what a nigga does for them I play above the rim
(Yeah for your nation... for your nation...) Verse One: A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube Step to Com wit a feud Now what the fuck I look
Oh, stay with me Arienette Until' the wolves are away, yea Well wicked are vultures, and they bake in the canyons They circle in sunlight and wait for
Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar fill of rap The cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks Praise the rhythms for what it being, and praise the Lord for
fusion my wicked mind Got suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter Movin' in circles, throwin
MAAD-ass Circle full of gees Rollin treys and fo's and El Caminos on D's ( ? ) with the ( ? ) amps Bendin the corner as I floss all my Zeniths slide across Lookin for
all MC's alienable My shiftings is unscalable Take key to the contouring shape of the dagger in my cape Four fifty one, right hand circle and circle
all fired up You'll be the one that ends up with his mouth wired shut High voltage cause power outages Set a bad example for the youth How bout it kids
That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow my man No, no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man
Bow, 13 motherfucker Big Bow, 13 [Triple C] Another jam from the mind of the double D I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast Family Some wicked
(Jamie Madrox) Festival or ??, what's that you're holdin? Turn full circle, face to face with the omen. when I split you open i go for you heart and spit
Jamie Madrox) Festival of Samhein What's that your holding? Turn full circle, face to face with the Omen When I split you open I go for your heart
hanging round waitin for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy I feel him in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon
's phone That's full circle three fold justice, muthafucker Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin trucker I see this ho is waitin for me Muthafucka, tell
