The moon was so big: Orange, red, and yellow.. He reached his frozen arm right on through my window.. . He said you made a wish on him the same time as I..
look up at the sky. smother it with blue. I want to see further. I want to see you. . pierce it like flesh. penetrate it through. I want to sleep longer.
[MJG]. I'm so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen. I bust two verses, then go into intermission. No way you can provoke my vision. I, dont play I make a hoe pay a commission.
Shit nigga, a ho is a ho, a ho a shit. I'm strictly referring to them ho-ass niggaz, feel me?. I go by the name of that boy Diddy. This is my man Fatboy, you know.
Let it loose, mature content. . Here we come again bitch in your mothafuckin' face. Eightball and M J fuckin' G rippin' up the place. Comin' out hard like I told you I was gonna do.
Chorus:(Randy). . Starships and Rockets in a world that don't give a damn. Bullets fly past me, who can I trust. A player doing the best I can. If you set yo' mind free baby.
(Chorus). South niggas stand up, weak niggas man-up, fuck these niggas that show us no love.. (2x). . Be strong, be a man, dont lie, dont steal, keep it real for as long as you live, make money, get fizzy,the last thing you do, dont matter what he or she do fuck that shit i could see trough anything, you think, you say, you try, slick niggas tryin to get by, you cant even look me in my eye, go hard to the dirt, dont stop dont quit, even if you steal can get rich quick, like you wanna judge me, but you dont know me, i'm a winner already, i dont need a trophy, MJ fuckin G, i'm true i'm straight, same old G every day, you cant even take the reezemey..
I never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks. Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks. We mob for life, straight scarred for life. Space age 4 eva nigga fuck the hype.
Intro:. . I want you. I got to have you. But what will this lead to?. Will it just be me and you?. Tell me.... you know I want you. Tell me how you feel.....
[MJG]. I can make you get buck. Even if you don't go to the club that much. I got so much rhythm I can feel it. MJG and Eightball we the realest. Baby you can bill it to the P.O. box.
He, he, he, yeah. . What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe?. Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know. Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock.
Awaken thou one eyed God. Rise again from the slumber!. Give us a touch of the elder strenght. Flowing in your veins. And give us again the courage to crush.
I Hordaland ska hrmenn fella blot. Mannablot te Herjans hr. Nidingverk e. Starkads bot. . Grimme gamle halvtrolls bane-brodd. Harde hirdmanns lodd. Starkads tt e.
Hørte du i Hafrsfjord hvor hardt de sloss der,. Storaettet konge og Kjotve den rike?. Knarrer kom øsfra, lystne på kapplek,. Med qapende kjefter og krot på staunen.
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Music: S. Drover, G. Drover. Lyrics: S. Drover. . Stranded amongst the highest mountain. Unseen by the human eye. Knowing our voices cannot be heard. As many soon will die.
[Music: S.Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . Bleeding - the eyes of the dead. Mind led astray in a world filled with blood. Soul fueled by contempt.
Balled up - enter the pain. Fists of fury - the deafening blows. Ridiculed by drunken rage. Unleashing the beast within. . Repeated sickness - pray in vain - to be denied.
(Jan Eggum/Jan Eggum). S gtefulle r. med samme gode kvinne. Men en kjedelig vr kommer dagen man forstr. hverandre innerst inne. No vet hon alt om deg.
You were lurking in the dark. Seeking deep inside my heart. Winter cold was in your eyes. with the fire of the damned. . You walk to me between the crowd.