{DJ Paul: talking}. Ah yeah, the scariest motherfucking Klan. in the motherfucking land. Who run us?. The good, the bad, the motherfucking ugly.. It's Prophet Posse nigga, who up in this motherfucker?.
How you love this Playboy? This one here bezzled out. With the Hot Boys and the Tear Da Club Up Thugs. Nigga like this. Ridin' on twenties, Memphis and New Orleans.
OOO. Yea. . [Verse 1]. Boy you know I love you. And I been there by your side. Yea we made it through some tougher times before. But now my intuition tells me something just ain't right.
T.O.K girlfriend put your hands up. Rude boy in a the club put your hands up. Put em up, put em up to the sky. Put em up, real high. . Hey ladies, let me see your hands up in the air.
Mona Lisa, Senorita. Let me see you put your hands in the air. from yuh know seh yuh tight and yuh body look right. Let me see you put your hands in the air.
[Chorus x2: Mike Shinoda]. Your running out of time. I came to take what's mine. If you think I'm stepping aside. Then your losing your mind. Losing your mind.
How deep the Father's love for us,. How vast beyond all measure. That He should give His only Son. And make a wretch His treasure. . How great the pain of searing loss,.
Verse 1: Hear the call of the Kingdom. Lift your eyes to the King. Let His song rise within you. As a fragrant offering. Of how God rich in mercy. Came in Christ to redeem.
The fine art of hotel expressionism. Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments. Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe. The minibar can be part of the art also.
I wanna go to heaven for the weather. But hell for the company. I wanna go to heaven for the weather. But hell seems like fun to me. . There's something in the sun this day, I feel it.
Original pirate material. . Has it come to this?. Has it come to this?. . Has it come to this?. Has it come to this?. . Original pirate material. . Has it come to this?.
Yo, whattup baby girl, fuck is the deal?. Nah you know I'm sayin I'm on my way fo' sho'. Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already. And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute.
I want him dead.. I don't care how you do it I don't care when you do it. but I just want him dead.. I don't care if you gotta bring him over here with his mother.
Uh-oh, yeah. Uh-oh, yeah. . 1 - Hey yo, all my life I've been trying to live it up. Pigeons like to flock they just wanna give it up. I don't want a girl.
Uh-oh, yeah. Uh-oh, yeah. . 1 - Hey yo, all my life I've been trying to live it up. Pigeons like to flock they just wanna give it up. I don't want a girl.
[Chorus - Carolyn:]. We we we mobbin. We hoggin and we doggin. We creepin and we crawlin. It's time to do you all in. fa sho. . [Lucky]. Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the young capo.
Uh, I puts it down. Uh, 1 2 3.. . [Verse 1: SPM]. Mirror, mirror on the wall.. Am I the purest of them all?. Am I the one to ease the pain?. Make them fall to they knees & pray.
Yeah, huh. It's kinda hot up in here, yaknowhati'msayin?. Why don'tcha sit down?. What? oh, nah nah nah nah. What's this?. Oh this is just a little beat by opio, yaknowhati'msayin.
[Intro][Esoterical]. I kiss the glass of another dead end,. Until everyday just tastes little bit better,. I keep living on broken sleep and steady nightmares,.