The Diplomats Lyrics
The Diplomats Lyrics
"The Best Out Lyrics"
Payback II Lyrics
[E Double] Word em up [Joe Sinistr] Word em up, ha ha Got the E Double, right there [E Double] JMJ combined with Grand.. Royal.. Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four Word em up [Joe Sinistr] Here we go, Joe Sinistr representin from the joint Verse One: Erick Sermon Yo yo, I pause for the cause I seen niggaz heads busted, someone pass the gauze Thi
[E Double] Word em up [Joe Sinistr] Word em up, ha ha Got the E Double, right there [E Double] JMJ combined with Grand.. Royal.. Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four Word em up [Joe Sinistr] Here we go, Joe Sinistr representin from the joint Verse One: Erick Sermon Yo yo, I pause for the cause I seen niggaz heads busted, someone pass the gauze Thi
Intro
[Hell Rell]
Okay,okay,okay
Yes sir
Hell Fuckin Rell,
J.R. Writer, Forty
This is how we do it
I am one of a kind(yeah)
Its now or never nigga
Times up muthafucka
Lets do this
[Hell Rell]
Aiyo, I stop paying for coke, get bricks on the muscle
Gorillas on they bullshit, Welcome to the jungle
Fiends get served in the hallway, welcome to the hustle
Where bitches do anything for a hit of that glass dick,
When Im outta town, nothing less than a half brick,
One-Sixty on the dash nothing less than a fast whip,
I floss when its sunny, got money for a rainy day,
In the dope spot a few blocks from where the Yankees play,
Man Im heavy in that BX borough, We aint gotta front for nobody,
We just thorough, and Im sittin' on an arsenal, rockets and
Hard Rockin' Summer Lyrics
It was a night to remember, a fire down below Couldn't hide from the heat there was nowhere to go And the cat on the roof, she's running for cover Deep in the jungle of a hard rockin summer I was a young Romeo tryin' to find Juliet I was hot on the trail of my own silhouette And the cat on the roof, she's crazy from hunger She waits in the shadows of a hard rockin summer And t
the missiles, It was a night to remember, a fire down below Couldn't hide from the heat there was nowhere to go And the cat on the roof, she's running for cover Deep in the jungle of a hard rockin summer I was a young Romeo tryin' to find Juliet I was hot on the trail of my own silhouette And the cat on the roof, she's crazy from hunger She waits in the shadows of a hard rockin summer And t
Took my advance and got my strip poppin with them nickels.
And when Im in ya neighborhood, you gotta go hide,
Deliver bullets to ya door like them Domino pies nigga,
say hello to my little friend like scarface,
I pull that fuckin rifle right out the guitar case
[Chorus: Bezel]
Dipset, the best out, Hell Rell, he fresh out
Jones the kuffe smacker, He bringing them techs out
Sporty-style, Forty Cal, He bringing corvettes out
Bezel the Beast but I still show you what fresh bout
You know who shavin the grams, 40k on the hand
Killa Nigga, what more can I say about Cam,
J.R. the Writer of writers and Santana,
Back like cooked crack
He even supplying suppliers
[J.R. Writer]
Dipset, lets do it man
The type that im tighter, tight cause im writer
Downhill Racers Lyrics
Hold your breath, dear This ship is going down We're all downhill Running with our timebombs These shins are cracked and splintered These lips are crusted shut These squinting eyes just sting me These veins are drying me up All my limbs They're just tools We're all stilted vechiles These joints rust These pores leak Time gets selfish Time is SPEED
write cause im nicer, site for the lifers
knifes in the cipher, writers a viper,
listen this is butter,
even ringling brothers see i got the eye of the tiger
before i met killa cam, i was dealing killa grams
i mean killer grams, throws a tan, fill a pan
recorded in the hole, where you couldn't chill or stand
no booth, microphone hangin off the ceiling fan
mass million fan sittin in the belly hilton
watch how i heavy kills him, bessey,chevy,desi fill em
but i still aint break a sweat, yes Im chillin,
Veet wong, seat wrong, tito gonna bet the building
I been grind to lean, sniff lines for fiends,
grams chopped, tan rock, I pitch lima beans
Piff grind was mean, had em dumb stuck,
so when i say uncut, i dont mean behind the scenes
[Chorus]
[40 Cal]Crimes Of The Mind Lyrics
Bigger than man walking on the moon Coming to a theatre near you soon This is what I'm living for You get a little bit And you want a little more Everything is fine Crimes of the mind I drink a little wine Crimes of the mind Here's to modern times Crimes of the mind Every dog will have its day And all these dogs just want to play You will reap what you sow But
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40Hold your breath, dear This ship is going down We're all downhill Running with our timebombs These shins are cracked and splintered These lips are crusted shut These squinting eyes just sting me These veins are drying me up All my limbs They're just tools We're all stilted vechiles These joints rust These pores leak Time gets selfish Time is SPEED
write cause im nicer, site for the lifers
knifes in the cipher, writers a viper,
listen this is butter,
even ringling brothers see i got the eye of the tiger
before i met killa cam, i was dealing killa grams
i mean killer grams, throws a tan, fill a pan
recorded in the hole, where you couldn't chill or stand
no booth, microphone hangin off the ceiling fan
mass million fan sittin in the belly hilton
watch how i heavy kills him, bessey,chevy,desi fill em
but i still aint break a sweat, yes Im chillin,
Veet wong, seat wrong, tito gonna bet the building
I been grind to lean, sniff lines for fiends,
grams chopped, tan rock, I pitch lima beans
Piff grind was mean, had em dumb stuck,
so when i say uncut, i dont mean behind the scenes
[Chorus]
[40 Cal]
Bigger than man walking on the moon Coming to a theatre near you soon This is what I'm living for You get a little bit And you want a little more Everything is fine Crimes of the mind I drink a little wine Crimes of the mind Here's to modern times Crimes of the mind Every dog will have its day And all these dogs just want to play You will reap what you sow But
Yo Im a NY G like Jeremy Shockey,
come through drop my coupe like i meant to be sloppy
I got DJ's kickin karate,
cause they throw my wax on and take your wax off like Mr. Myagi
Pimpin, Im cocky, I slap your broad on the cheek
and send her home barefooted, you massaging her feet
you probably go down on a freak, youre hardly a meat
but we aint mad cause your proving, you are what you eat
your squadron is weak, speak and get a broken something
need a plate in ya grill like a toaster oven
fuck it, they even got dojas frontin
shakin your cola, only time your coke was bubbling cousin
Cal get weight wit no problemo
ride around ya block, sell it out the car window
and ya moms been know, that I chop rocks
that make your father cop like Carl Winslow
[Chorus]