My eyes, that cannot see. Other guys that are cuter. And my ears that cannot hear. My friends say i should walk away. . Without my heart. It won't do babe.
DIIIIIE. . Giving my soul to hell,. And tell Heaven I did my best.. . One love to family. To Juggalos. And fuck tha rest. . I'm tired of all these snakes and demons leaches on the vein,.
[Verse 1:]. So many times i sit and ask myself why are u afraid to die.. What is this fear that blinds u. Is it the thought of uncontrollable pain or.
I believe dreams come true. I believe dreams come true. I believe dreams come true. Cos my ass woke up in that Bugatti coupe. That bitch ain't got a roof.
Yo you think them niggas out there impress me?. Don't none of that shit impress me. Oh I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio?. Psh I'm ready.
Ha, ha, ha, Def Squads in the house. One more time, hostile word up. Keith Murray representin' [Incomprehensible], yeah. . Keith Murray gets busy most beautifully.
[Intro: Tyrese]. Tyrese!!!. . [Keith Murray]:. (Tyrese). Keith Murray!!! (WOO!!!) Def Squad!!! (I like this right here man) Me too. (Keith Murray you did that! Talk to 'em!) Yeah!.
Intro:. It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit. . Hook:. Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8). . Verse 1:. Keith Murray is this mic phychosis.
You know I had to go there right, that's water baby. Ay yo shorty got the badonkadonk, look right. Hangin' of the edge of dat Kawasaki bike. See 'em in da streets at work rump galore.
Colli park. Who. Mike Jones. Who. Mike Jones. Smurf. You did the fool with this one baby. I got hurricane chris (say girl, say girl). And right now (say girl, say girl) we want all the.
Ay ay ay ay ay. . Hurricane and they hay hay hay hatin'. . Go live entertainment. Yea yea ay was up and they hay hay hay hatin' ay ay ay ay this h0w im rockin ya heard me.
Ay, ay, ay. Say dis real rite here ya heard me. Niggas jus' don't neva stop hatin', Ay. . [Chorus x2]. I think somebody tryna do me somethin, (do something) cuz I can't sleep (do something).
[Intro: Understanding (RZA)]. Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books. The game isn't over, til the kings go wild. A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century (hahahahahahaha).
{*sampled singer singing "Do, Do you" repeats all. throughout the song*}. . [Intro: RZA (Method Man)]. Come on my niggas, yo... Put your guns in your right hand and hold it down towards the floor.
(Prince Rakeem talking). Yo here we go yo. The Prince Rakeem, this here is called my deadly venom. You know what I'm sayin?. Some old freestyle type of slick slang.
Intro (RZA). Yea, I wanna dedicate this song to my friend Paul Walker. Up in the studio last night. Writing for myself. I decided to write a song for you.
Word up, straight up. Spread my knowledge through your projects. Straight up, word up. . The chief noble oble same total controller of the global. Over law the thousand MC's grab proposal.
Hey, yo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup. Up, let the Alize fill them up. Thug passion, love passion, niggaz, who be actin'?. Grey Goose, cranberry juice. Absolut for those who can't afford the Goose.
Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby. What up, what up? I can't really hear you. Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten. Make sure he drops them shits off.
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem. The Genius, Digi. Sing it to 'em van Seijen. . Like to keep my head up to the sky. And ask myself why it has to be this way.