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Haven't you ever heard. (Trackmasters). A Killa. . Zino, 44 Caliber Killa. Face, young McNeil. 44 Caliber Killa. . I keep the heat close by, come through.
(Hook). Why are we Full of Lust. Envy Hate and Greed?. There will Be a Special Place. For Us in Hell Indeed. People Living Full of Wrath. Sloth and Gluttony.
Get my mothafuckin hands on this Beat (Yeah Nigga). I Told ya I was gonna get my hands on this Beat (word up). Ima go 113 bars (On some real Hip Hop shit).
(you light up another cigarette, pour the wine,. its 4 o'clock in the morning and its starting to get light,. now im right where i wanna be, loosing track of time,.
H-hold up, hold up. Slow down, slow down. Listen, give me 10 minutes. Well, well gimme 5 minutes. Aight, b-before you leave. I just need these last 4 minutes.
Don t even know I was only 17. I loved the way more than she loved me. I loved the way more than she, did she?. But how can you love anyone. When you just don t love yourself.
It was early, I woke up. Still had a joint, so I puffed. Shouldn't have 'coz it got me stoned. And my mum just moaned. . Simon, it's time to get a job.
Oohhhhh. . [Verse 1]. . Wake up early in the morning. and the first thought is cater to you. (ooh ooh oooh oooohhh). A cold kiss on a goodbye. Sometimes you don't call.
My ears are burning, my back has started to bleed. I've noticed you only contact me when I've got some weed. And when I'm in need to help you with something you need to do.
(Repeat x2). Do I really wanna see so clear. even though I know bad things might appear. Tell me that it's not a waste of time. To ride around and stare up here to try and clear my mind.
I believe that it's meant to be. And it feels a little like '93. With failing hands we hold it high. And raise number 25 to the sky. I believe we're right in the mix and it.
Yeah, yeah, listen to the story I'm about to tell. Another tale about that yayo. Little girl once in a city suite. 14 introduced to the streets. Started from weed, big smoke outs.
Fast lane baby, ain't nothin like it, some play it cool,. Some get excited, hit 5th gear and you might get indited,. Spend all your cash try to fight it and how ya like it,.
-Andre Nickatina. im like a lighting bolt that catapults from cloud to cloud. man hit the library my style is in the rap files. i like to shake dice somthing like a casino champ.
Make way for the nitty, gritty, bitty titty filler. City after city time and crime rap dealer. I don't play football, I'm not a playmaker. My only way deep is to throw a haymaker.
Most times I drive with a samurai eye. 'cause my lady says my style was set the fly. and held tight like a pistol grip. with a new meanin to the word pistol whip.
I'm always looking for a winna. Your rolling with a world wide sinner. Jump out the car and let the perm hit her. . The city is a drug. My Rolls Royce is thumping like the club.