A Shake, I told you I got you, homie. A what's up, Brutha?. Let's get this done, homie. This what I do right here, baby. . Shawty, you the one I give a ear to.
(Brutal Truth). need to control was recorded march 1994 in new york city at baby monster. studios and platinum island studios by steve mcallister and brutal truth.
[Rick Ross]. Yeah,. Boss. Bouncing in my Chevrolet. Reminiscence on the past. Everything ain't adding up. Had to stop and do the math. Yeah, It's large, but the front a faade.
He's my brother and I love him like myself. (He's my brother and I love him like no one else). He's my brother and I love like myself. Like brothers we stand apart.
(Brutal Truth). Reformation at hand. Our time to stand. Misconceptions are a thing of the past. Enslaved minds give birth to a new generation. Your generation.
All your time is committed. All the time isn't sinning. You keep on playing those games. Relax. I don't know what your doing. All the love you pursuing.
reformation at hand. our time to stand. enslaved minds give birth to a new generation. misconceptions are a thing of the past. your generation. . the myth, a fiction of what you will believe.
if i could,. i would knock you down. kick your ass to the ground. don't you like to play. is there any other way. if i could, i would find a way. serve your ass for the day.
(Let me go) x12. . Verse 1. . Girl I never thought thought you would be my ex,. Cuz what we had was so so deeper than sex,. And I threw it all away for just one night,.
(Brutal Truth). Slop earfuls of the moneymaker. Grazed idiocy, words and paper. If only you could understand. Pushed to ofar. Count the days. Broken trust.
If life could bring about [Incomprehensible]. Beyond those gray days. Which way, pursue Utopia. . The punishment on our daydream nations. Calling you, temptations.
As the sunsets sunsets. I be drive down Sunset sunset. Shades down top back top back. And it feels sooo incredible. oooohoooooh. When its a beautiful day in LA.
pollutants arriving, the kids are all fighting. why turn your cheek, block reality. for in blind faith, you look the other way. you sittin' pretty, wait until another day.
You a special kind of girl. When I'm feeing for love, you the medicine. It takes me down, all the way down. 'Cause your beauty and your booty is outrageous.
See when the rain falls on my window. And the thunder crashes on my ceiling. It brings back the awful feeling. Of the day I saw you leaving.. . Now every time I see our picture.
(Brutal Truth). extra throat noise by Bill Yurkiewicz (EXIT-13). courtesy of Relapse Records. Idle and silent. Idle and silent. Idle and silent. Burn alone.
I never thought that it would be. She'd get tired of me. And leave me all alone. But she did. . Looking back on the argument. All of it seems to turn into a great big blur.