Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics
Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics
"Deadman Walkin lyrics"
Times Of Romance lyrics
Let's remember the days of romance In the hour of our doom Let's kick up our feet and relax Cause we we don't love anymore Isn't it funny how times change But we we still stay the same You go your way<
Let's remember the days of romance In the hour of our doom Let's kick up our feet and relax Cause we we don't love anymore Isn't it funny how times change But we we still stay the same You go your way<
Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxin
How many muthafuckers wanna empty out they glocks in me
The gangbangers most wanted
The first nigga caught me in my side
And my set didn't ride
So I'm locc to the mutherfucking brain
50 pounds of dank in my casket
I'm bout to take my last splift
Before I make that move to insane
Records of a criminal for baby killin nothin
40 ounces wit my game
Them niggas that kill they momma for some fame
If you think I'm satisfied If you believe everything's al right Then you don't know day from night You don't see the tears I cry, can't you see I feel the fire I can't deny the way you touch that desire in me Oh baby,
Even my momma tried to take me out the game
By heating up some Brandy and taking it to the dome because I came;
With the siccness and it's just the dank that I smoke
Making me load that millimeter putting deuce up in your throat;
Murder she wrote, in the book, as a gang related homicide
Reality check nigga for the fact she giving it up
It's suicide for the do or the die
True or the die each
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wi
timeOut out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wi
One after each as I creep through the streets
With a 9 millimeter up under my seat
I pack heat, deep cuz a nigga like me can't be played cheap;
blink, before I'm leaving this niggas guts up in the street;
peep, ever since nigga deep I gotta carry me something
Cuz everywhere I go niggas 12 gauge pumping
I wan't them to know when my 44 bust
I'm taking this niggas brain hookin him up
And murderin niggas up
Then I give it up, then I'm in t
Another Day In Paradise lyrics
(feat. Ray J) She calls out to the man on the street "Sir can you help me?" It's cold and I've no where to sleep, is there somewhere you can tell me? He walks on, doesn't look back He pretends
he cut(feat. Ray J) She calls out to the man on the street "Sir can you help me?" It's cold and I've no where to sleep, is there somewhere you can tell me? He walks on, doesn't look back He pretends
5 triple 0 double o Mosburg pump
Point it at your grill
Ready to bust for the fact some call me still
The hardest nigga in that casket hotboxing
So who those muthafuckers that wanna empty out they glocks in me;
Think 24 times fool fo you come wit yo punk 9's
Cuz nigga you nigga me, my oozie say its dinnertime
That ripgut cannibal mind for the shit that make them violent crimes;
That's atheist so feel the sign
A deadman walkin