stop as I was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin' was def She didn't waste time to ask Word Up the next mornin
the set? The Ice will And once I'm in effect it's overkill Kinda like a hold-up, all the tickets sold up And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up
time for all to work together for peace 'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street homicide, war, it's all the same 'Cause murder is murder by
Three of us bleedin', it was ten past midnight! Midnight, time for a homicide South Central C'mon, man, you all bleedin' bad, man You got to keep up,
in is rollin' full of men No kids or boys, E got the mac ten Islam's got the Zulu nation back up DJ Aladdin's who hooked the fuckin' track up Syndicate
Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck ?The children have to go to school? Well, moms, good luck 'cause the shit's fucked up
' licked, grab that ass and then hit Hit, hard movin' wall security will be knockin' While Evil E's rockin', charlie jam and try blockin' I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up by
All niggas gotta get some real estate Muthafucka, come up, fuck a bitch Better get somethin' you can own, asshole White man ain't givin' up shit Word
the trigger I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs Persecuted by
came out lookin' for some fun Looked me in my eyes and told me, I was the one I said, "Why?", she said, I was fly Grabbed me by my hand and I thought
on [King T] The forbidden Gangland lyric get your ride on - when you hear it Player Haters fear it Get you right up close near it Possessed by the Eazy
your music, how do you reply to that? You see a lot of people don't realize that you know Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was created by Chuck
know how We never thought that we'd get caught up Stuck in the teenage waste As we explode, as we explode Then getting drunk in the bushes by the road
me along You better be moving on Giddy on up and giddy on out Oh let me tell you I guess you could say that I was blind I was blinded by my love I did
All rhymers with Alzheimer's line up please All mamis with mind freeze please line up please All bloggers with comments please, I come in peace Let's
us Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! I flow for those 'dro'ed out all my niggaz Locked down in the ten by
ten stacks on the flo?, time to re-up tell em? I need a hundred more, you at the bar, pourin it up you try to wife it up, I already toe it up, up in V
flame but yours is all white And I'ma pull up in the Bentley all white Step up in the club with nothing but all dykes Sippin' on some Louis and partyin