Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. . (Verse 1 - Malice). Say dog, let's not get involved. You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo. Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids.
I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here. Judging by my steel I got something to do here. Give up the money or the angel cries two tears.
I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion. I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey. See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion. While other *** crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin' 'em.
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?. I want to be saved. Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?. I want to be saved. . Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?.
Twinkie:. . Come on and gather around everybody. It's gonna be a celebration. For unto us a child is born. If you're looking you will find Him. Wrapped in swaddling clothes in a manger.
They just gave up on our entire generation. So, we were all pushed to the side. 'Cuz we didn't see the world through our teachers eyes. When all we needed was a little bit of motivation.
City High, City High, '99, '99. . If you my dog, let me hear you bark. It ain't my fault that the thought that hit your heart. Split you apart, you should've kept your guard.
You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same. I ain't into big names, but I like nice things. I watch boxing matches and football games. I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing.
You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same. I ain't into big names, but I like nice things. I watch boxing matches and football games. I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing.
You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same. I ain't into big names, but I like nice things. I watch boxing matches and football games. I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing.
You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same. I ain't into big names, but I like nice things. I watch boxing matches and football games. I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing.
*sample* "I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in, I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in". . (Necro). I'm living a mondo life packing a tonto knife it's sharp like an anaconda's bite, you get stomped in a fight. I love mentioning weapons, enter the ring steppin on your skull leave ya demented, things from reppin. Satanic like a cleric, leaving your mama hysteric, shanking your face with a kitchen knife till ya look like John Merrick, I'm full of gore, brutal like a pitbull's jaw, belligerent like demons that pull you to the floor. It's raw hype, back from the dead, crackin your head open with a pipe, gettin hype, back-up what you said. I'm like a skeleton covered with rotted skin, I got a grin, shanking you till I murder you coz I gotta win. Packing a metal barrel under my ghetto apparel, pull out and blast you fast that's how I settle battles. I would've loved to stick up Jesus, "Give up the bible, chopping your clique up into peices.".
the light feels warm, im attracted to its presence, its honesty is bliss its divine from the heavens so I need exposure cause when you speak my heart gets warmer its like the perfect sandstorm ripping through my flesh exfoliating the past and leaving nothing left but I still hear liars I don't feel fire and my body glows illuminated yet flat lined submerged under the light I guess im baptized, I feel lonely, will you come hold me, but our love is feeling honestly its so strong the wind it whispers in my ear and says its so wrong but if Jesus loves me then he wont touch me.
Soltair:. Let me take you through the mind of a man drivin mad by the rhymes. In case you misunderstood the first time round Mastermind. The head honcho I'm in the bass claf while you singin' soprano.
Nigga walk up in the spot. Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths). The other nigga talking that fly shit. . (La musica de Harry Fraud).
Sick sicker, remix. Okay,Young Gunnaz, okay. Seein' me, check. Big Face, that's right. Big Leo, right. Big bird, yeah holla. . Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz.
[Intro] Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy. . [Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok.. [Young Chris:] That's right.. [Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy..
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Dear. . I love music, baby, there goes the kiss. Because she's my lady. But everybody wants to try me lately. So I'm easin' off the bus an' pedal biking lately.
[Chipmunk - Verse 1]. Team UK we on a mad ting. American girls they love my accent. Road man, rate me, affiliated for money. Yardie girls love me, affiliated with gully.