Beanie Sigel Lyrics

Beanie Sigel Lyrics

"Flatline Lyrics"

Seeing Double At The Triple Rock Lyrics
It's 3 o'clock at the Triple Rock, another round of watching Paddy talk It's where you wanna get snowed in when you get Snowed in, outside it's 10 below, is it day or night, we don't care or know What we know is that we don't wanna be Anywhere but here, please don't make us leave When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota I'm seeing dou

Uh uh huh, uh huh uh
I'll box your fuckin' head off
Who gon' knock the kid off?
None of y'all which one of y'all come try me
I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy
Come challenge me please I promise you a homi'
And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county
And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool
So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach
That's one less bullet from my hundred shot UZ'
Put your finger in your gun shot wound
Run to spittle and tell 'em P. Crack not cool
He on that shit that 'ill make a dead man move
Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' lose
I'm on my twist you on my list
I bring the wop out of the spot
With Arms Wide Open Lyrics
Well I just heard the news today It seems my life is going to change I closed my eyes, begin to sex Then tears of joy stream down my face With legs wide open Under the pussy Welcome to this place I'll show you everything With legs wide open Well I don't know if I'm ready To be the man I have to be I'll take a grunt, p
it's on like shit
That nigga crack back and I'ma pop off my blick
That nigga Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (brat)

[Beanie Sigel]
Fresh out the federal cases I got several
About four or five just had to settle two
They said I try to show a nigga what the metal do
But didn't succeed the nigga still breath
Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas
With the Mac with the beam that got back in the breeze
Only clap from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em
I don't think they made Kevlar scullys fuck it
I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him
To the bumper drug him two city blocks
The juice in me and the henny shot
Four perks' and a ?hitter ock?
Picasso Visita El Planeta De Los Simios Lyrics
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni See the Spaniard eating chocolates see the Spaniard have a ball see the Spaniard trust in no one he's on quality street he's on quality street as the masters rot on walls and the angels eat their grapes I watched Picasso visit The Planet Of The Apes as the masters rot on walls and the angels eat t
You shoot first if you get the drop
Your deuce work if you hit the spot
Lose the nurse some one get the doc'
Remove his shirt his pressure drop
Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him
FLATLINE

[hook]
Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy (flatline)
Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy (flatline)
Oh no here we go another (flatline)
P crack B mack is back boy (flatline)
Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea)
Don't get plugged to that machine yea (machine yea)
Hold up he losing air (flatline)
Am I clear? (am I clear?) (Flatline) yea (flatline)

[Beanie Sigel]
B seig'll squeeze the eag' on you,
P crack let the Mack rrring on
Vinterd?den Lyrics
[Music: Hrimgrimnir, Lyric: Vanargandr] Tiden er kommet som engang var fortalt der menneskets verden i sorg skal bli lagt Tre kalde vintre legger sin bleke arm rundt Mannheims frostbetonte land Et skall av skjebnens dystre tone setter sprekker i d?dens frosne krone Sulten venter verden derunder forbi porten og Hels ulvehunderyou
Paramedics breath over you
Machines gotta breath for you
Your faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you
Get flatlined I'm the wrong one
Short temper with a long gun
My blick longer that a W.I.C. line
Niggaz snitch when the law come
You better run when the boy come

[Peedi Peedi]
RRRRIING!!
P crack'll test his aim on you
B mack just bang on you
Flesh just hang on you
And I don't know what u been told
But when my Mac unload
I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga cold
Got ten shots for the present and the top
Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven stops
Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop
I'm not lying don't get your ass flatline