I used to bring my nigga B.R. And niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead By anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
baby guts lowk would ya choke i vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit
them cops in the choppers That play the roof, ready to snipe, stay bulletproof Ease up on the over proof, level head the liable And leave ya for dead
slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone, And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones. Wet him up, I hope he
Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint. Pick that pussy up naw let him lay Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every
? Don't ask me dad Leave me alone, I'm not trying, to even hear you Dad, I hope you're fucking dying, off this porno mag Yo, did you see my ad? Yo, wait
dead, Deirdre smelt blood on the air. [Conchobar:] "Cannot you see, I did this for you, our wedding can now take place". They left for Fern Mag, as
, I got these niggaz man Clue, I'm the first line of defense (Yeah) (Yeah) And I'ma show 'em what that means (Yeah) I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn
in back of me, they practically hit my tire Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode Felt
back of me, they practically hit my tire Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode Felt
Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah) And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah) [Chorus 1 - Paul Cain] I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn
bring my nigga B.R. and niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
, daddy, hold ya head, B.S. Big Den, London, rest in peace Why Million [Chorus: Carlton Fisk] It don't matter if it's heaven or hell, dead or in jail
ask me dad! " "Leave me alone! - I'm not trying To even hear you. Dad, I hope you're fucking dying... Off this porno mag'! Yo, did you see my ad? Yo!
a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone, And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones. Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
in the choppers that play the roof Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof Ease up on the over proof Level head the liable and leave ya for dead Fill fulla lead
of me, they practically hit my tire Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode Felt like