Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe. Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls). Song: No Mercy. . [Fat Joe]. Yeah, real muthafuckin' gangstas.
If you ain't got no loot. If you ain't got no loot. Flavor Flav baby, from 1998 to 2000, y'knahmsayin. Slidin through the molecules of wetness. Like a slippery eel through seaweed.
Hahahahaa Wir tauchen die Stadt ins Neonlicht Hahahahaa!. . Hip Hop Eins Null Eins mit der Acht Null Acht. Hamburg Null Vier Null wer hats gemacht. Flashmaster Ray mit BQuadrat Flashback Party in der Gegenwart.
You may running through the rain falls. But you won`t get wet. You may running through the storm. But it won`t blow y`away. You may running through the sunshine.
It`s `bout a night in a hotel. The party is over. Voices still ring like a bell. Didn`t want to go there. . An old missed friend he send me a letter to come.
I'm ready to flee to a better place. Go West, South and East, whatever the way. Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now. You got to believe we can get away.
were here to. bring the people and the music and the movement all together now. we see through. repetitive etiquette and the highly unoriginal. were here to.
And the kids say. . Watch your man, I think he's faking the band. Y'all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands. Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback.
Eightball:. Close your eyes image just you and I alone. No instigators or player haters in our zone. It's on, we bone like two high school kids. Breathing fast pumpin' hard through the night and then.
MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter what you claim to see. I can only aim to be, M-J-G. If thangs seem strange to me, they can't be the same with me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga. Uh, uh, yeah, yeah. Eightball nigga, Koncrete nigga. Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah. . Spark the weed up turn the beat up let's get it popping.
One nigga found dead in the bayou. That's the beginning of this story that I'm telling you. I was in the 9-tre smokin' a spliff on the strip. Seen a little cutie with some bootie..stop to shoot the shit.
[Eightball]. Rollin' down Park Avenue bumpin' maze. My Caddy with them switches, got them bitches in a daze. Niggaz on the gank, smokin' dank, goin' nuts.
Don't even think 'bout it. Don't even contemplate. Times being what they are, radar. Don't even think 'bout it. Don't even contemplate. Times being what they are, radar.
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention. Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything. Pvc costumes, letters to castro. Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with the afro.
(Dyablo). Como recuerdo yo aquel dia que te conoci. Desde el principio supe yo que tu eras para mi. No se si fue muy duro que me hiciste tu a mi. Oh fue el placer tan grato que me hiciste tu sentir.
No Me Puedes Jusgar Por Mi Apariencia. Nadien Tiene El Derecho No Asumes Cosas Ke No Son. O Ke No Existen Especialmente Si No Sabes No Me Puedes Jusga..
In Gats We Trust. Ain't No G's Like Us. We Ghetto Faboulous. You Can't Handle Lust [x2]. . [Dyablo]. Mujeres bailan Y Gritan Cuando Escuchan Este Ritmo.
Yeah, you motherfuckers oughta let me go. And finish this motherfuckin album, Dr. Dooom. Name of this track is called 'I Don't Want the Motherfuckin Chorus'.