AZ Lyrics
AZ Lyrics
"I'm Known Lyrics"
Waiting To Happen Lyrics
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth) I lie awake at night, listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth) I lie awake at night, listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are
[Verse One]
Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley's with the Henny mix
My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since
96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not
If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper you
Back To You Lyrics
I'm gonna find my way back to you I lie in bed and watch the shadows dancing across the wall Nothing to do but think of you and count the tears that fall Oh, how I wish it was real I wish I could feel you holding me clos
can bet thatI'm gonna find my way back to you I lie in bed and watch the shadows dancing across the wall Nothing to do but think of you and count the tears that fall Oh, how I wish it was real I wish I could feel you holding me clos
No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax
Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'
Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'
Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
Street worth 9 figures
It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now
Raw style, four fours to your door now
Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'
Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in
Plans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden
Stand c
Turn Into Earth Lyrics
(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) ah-ah-ah...... How your restless hungry eyes, Speak of cloudy summer skies. The morning dew, Turns into rain, Lonely winds will call my n
hosen, pockets on my pants swollen(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) ah-ah-ah...... How your restless hungry eyes, Speak of cloudy summer skies. The morning dew, Turns into rain, Lonely winds will call my n
Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff
Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you faggots get
[Verse Two]
Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men
10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in
Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' back
Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
Streets ruined from snea
She Lyrics
Instrumental
ky shit niggas keep doin'Instrumental
Snakes, that's why I hand shake & keep movin'
World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86
That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch
Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes
Who live? Made for the system up in your ride