God I won't, loyalty is all I know before I leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know [Birdman] Yeah, red ribbon duckin fast til we pass
7 Up Knock, knock, let us up, Young Money applaud me And we'll take the game out your hands like a joystick I'ma need my badges and my ribbons Maybe
applaud me And we'll take the game out ya hands like a joy stick [Verse 5 - Nicki Minaj] I'mma need my badges and my ribbons Maybe it will make up for
ribbon of glass Time it may take us but God only knows How I've paid for those things in the past Dying is easy, it's living that Scares me to death
seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? In the straw colored light Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death
the chicken And now I feel unsteady Emotions on the blink again So kick me when you're ready Here lies a violet coffin The death of my control Along
This time the bullet cold rocked ya, yeah A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set command
, tick, tick Cracks in the surface Cracks in the surface Tick, tick, tick, tick Tick, tick, tick, tick Rhymin' enigma, we keep 'em guessing My rhymes are like ribbons
on me The Remington Electric I'm banging on its keys The words appear before me Their meaning's guaranteed A foreboding gloom upon us Of death ribbons
to wait upon He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for one year yet I'll tie blue ribbons
and gone He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for another year yet I'll tie a blue ribbon
Autumn's coming in through the yard, Marching like a grandfather clock The badges he wears are tattered and old Like shredded ribbons of bright read and
ear, now I have their heart Rappers came and went, I've been here from the start I seen them put it together, watched them take it apart Seen the Rovers roll up wit ribbons
Memory moves us past each other Time is a ribbon without an end Love is the lesson we keep learning Death but a moment we must spend Last week as I made
I'm number one in augusta, like j.c. Like little herman from pittsburgh you pay me Like zack thomas and frank molten I be the young nigga half the death
, through the noise and to do You wonder who is that person that lives up there? And you see me stepping out in the morning Looking nice with a ribbon
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight
the ribbon was all it took Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slaves What flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage, Mop in their flowing death
