red wine I said stay away from me everybody Unless you wanna start a fight Yeah, stay away from me everybody Unless you wanna start a big fight I'll fight the army
business on a beeper I?m sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me Fuck bein' a nigga in your army Though
clear, oh, hey, hey, hey A fleet of European cars in my driveway [Incomprehensible] My shorty ridin' shotgun bumpin' Sadie Toes hangin' out the window loadin' up my army
hit a piece of your bone It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (A lot more than that) Yea, what the fuck is the problem? The Porsche is red the buckets is Army
Big both Bacardi Limoned up (What Up Big!) They say I'm too sick for the new school I can't attend classes, so I just build up the masses Red Monkey jeans
top now form a flip flop I like the limited edition the khaki and army green Patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings Size twelve with the strap red
E.T. finger I rock the arena, you know the drill Get high, get drunk, grab a *** and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red
Can you hear Jerusalem's cry Can you see the storm on the rise Look around you can;t deny This is the hour of heaven's time Armies gather in the East
Ali] I like the limited edition to kaki and army green (Big boy) patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings (Big boy) size twelve with the strap Red
you see, I reside in an infinite dream, and I fly in the sky like D double E Exploring the depths of the sea, fish red yellow pink purple and green Swin
the way that your beau knows And you know that That?s the way that the show goes And you know it Really has to go on She drank the army?s red wine
watching soul train with Marvin Gaye on but baby it hurts to love you baby it hurts to need you too you're so lovely you come in armies packing punches
gonna rock, Pharoh's army got drownded, Oh Mary don't you weep. Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore, Smote the water with a two by four, Pharoh's army
like a prison Fell out of touch with my faith I was nihilistic They call me Cyclops, cause I was blind in one eye I'm out the army now I'm tryin to decide
bricks, 20 stacks and 30 pounds of the Purp In a niggas stash house scraight looking for the work I'm a lick-hit nigga all I do is do dirt Leave a red
] ...to oblivion, belt of Orion What rock you livin' on? Love craft, Necronomicon Dr. Faust to Mephisto, dirty deeds with no leads Murky water runs red
Self Abuse Help Produce Black Magic Deeply Depressed Im The Best Thats Tragic You dont really wanna get me all fired up... Madchild: It goes: Red Bull