I'll murder you...you...and you. Don't give a fuck about you..you.... . [Chorus: ]. It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga. Straight like that. We club, shoot, stab, sell crack.
[Intro - conversation with Capone in the background]. [Noreaga]. Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's right here, yo). Look - look, son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo!.
[Noreaga]:. Thugged out Millitainment. "Def Jam Vendetta". We comin' at ya'll. Straigh to the STREETS.... Yeah, we have the M.O.P. shit. - the M.O.P. shit.
Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh. It's a Queens thing. (Uhh, uhh). Too fly, word up. . Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise. No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah.
満員電車の中 皆かなり不機嫌. お腹空いてるし OMG!. 痴漢も怖いし OMG!. . 漏れてくる携帯の MUSIC. 自己中な SOUND マジ下げて. Whachu Want Want Want. Whachu Wanna Say えっ!舌打ち?!. . We Can Be Together We Can Be.
Undone dreams. Where can I obtain them?. Keep your vengeance defined. And trust inspired. To reach or die. . Bring me. A follower with taste of the Earth.
Morning is comin'. But I can't see the sun. You say "Don't be scared. Let your emotions flow". You're sparkling in the sky. Your light will guide me home.
Today I wake up but the night's not over yet. This hell I'm in seems not to change at all. I gave you control but I realize now. How fucked we are, with no compromise.
Start again. . Take some time and learn to breathe. And never stop believin'. You gotta keep on fightin'. Looking back, you're paralyzed. And even if you cry again.
Every hour is a season. every minute lasts a day. so i sit here picking stitches. i find comfort in decay. . how i long to fill my lungs. . so tell me how does it feel to.
A notion cold as the night air. Starts within in my head. Spreads like ink right through my veins. All of our kings are dead. I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate.
I guess I. Thought we were indivisible. Remember when. The distance wasn't insurmountable?. . When I get to you, yeah my blood runs cold. 'Cause I don't recognize the person I behold.
a notion cold as the night air. starts within in my head. spreads like ink right through my veins. all of our kings are dead. i am not a scholar and i don't believe in fate.
[Chorus 2X: Royal Flush (Prodigy sample from "Just Step Prelude")]. Everywhere I go they try to take what's mine. Remind me of the Island 'cause (still came home wit a shine.