Prodigy Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf beef A backseat criminal who pass the heat To somebody that blast the heat Man it sound bad on the pad
The wave can't stop Come and tell me when it's time to Sweetheart is bleeding in the snow cone So smart she's leading me to ozone Music the great communicator
a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
nothin' I flip the script, came with this nation-wide shit All I get is love, so that's all you gonna get Out here, niggaz come from everywhere Trynna
't hang with this shit Nigga, we got niggas way tighter than you man You old wanna be me, asshole nigga Come with some real niggas from East Oakland,
the police, look at these bleeding knuckles Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat Underneath the concrete like a street plumber Give me the bucks from
Tinchy Styrder: Boss Lie Styrd's Flee Gang (Good Evening, Your Time Starts.......... Now) Fuck Did They Think They Was Dealing With Music Is In My Vain's I Am Bleeding
a girl I knew, She grew, became a woman now, I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown, We used to roll the windows down and play the music
, left him there with and awkward eye, Music, I live this, I caught this like a sickness, and where is my witness, Music shot me down I bleed this, Music
[ Music:Alessandro Muscio - Words:Stefano Droetto ] You found me lying in this lonely road... Bleeding and covered with white snow My eyes captured
Words: n.glover, l.dukes, r.wheeler music: l.smith arranged by: j.saddler - 1987 from the album "ba-dop-boom-bang" The house that rocked (x
rat pack Jean Martine de Begerac, you heard of her murder rap I murder rap, you learn it, confirm it and burn its audio Music for your convertible, music
and get with us And get clear where we did it From the heart, from the people From the top, from the jeep From the gutter, from the street From my soul
recognize what the name is Mos Def gon' set it straight from where the 718 is The place with the great superiginate the flavors An all-star block with some all-star laymans (Turn the music
through San Stone's past The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask [Verse 2 - Elzhi] I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens Poke queens, leave them with
So I ain't got no goddamn parents You niggas better get permission, bitch I'm from the motherfuckin' D, nigga Home of the hit-man, murder mitten, bleed
man with a broken leg? Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg Last place in the race I ain't never led Like I ain't never bled, time to get up
't at all easy It required the perfect combination of the right power chords And the precise angle from which to strike The guitar bled for about a week