't then I know she was sent for me 'Cause she, she's the only one that made me chase Got me singin' love songs like Babyface And I tried to one night
old bolts and chains How it went old so quickly but that was long ago When you could fall in love with every one you know And consume the songs like
will play One day, one day, one day One day, one day, one day One day this all will change, treat people the same Stop with the violence, down with the hate One
mother sang songs to kids in concentration. His mother sang songs inside the cotton plantation. Her mother sang songs while we were robbin the nation. now I sing songs
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled The last one born, and the first one to run My town was blind from refinery
bitch Blood gang muthafucka da da doe in this bitch, Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch, In the body of the World, money is the blood, And everyday
highness Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one My blade swung, decapitate your snake head Slit your snake tongue make one
When did it begin? And will it ever end? The way you take the muscle from the song And kinda swing it You lay it on And I ain't one of your friends You
grave digger's song Praising God & State So the Nation will live So we all can remain as cattle [extra lyrics from Flipper's version]: Can you smell the fresh blood
rise above There's a price in blood I see the car that your mom keeps sending, when I breathe it feels just like my life is ending. I think of the one
Yeah, yeah Whoa Oh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah It's like your blood runs through me, baby (Baby) And I can't get you out my vein A lust for you electric lady
quick For the pros the one from the hood that was chose The black rose that grew in the jungle But humble stud still had rumble in his blood Women all
basement concrete Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth Still bringin' the beef if you're bringin' me grief I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
'm gon' keep doing my thing One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers
this, like that, like that Like this, like this, like that, like that, like that Who run these streets? Love thug beats? Ruff spoken, guns speak, blood
now. Lean on my shoulder, Soon it'll be over. I'm try'na build our future, I'm doing this for us. Your're the only one I love, The only one I trust
now Lean on my shoulder Soon it'll be over I'm tryin' to build our future I'm doin' this for us You're the only one I love The only one I trust I'd been