As the sun sets on battlefields I hope you can save me I hope you can save our wounded hearts Well distance makes my heart grow colder (Creates an eternity
-X Let me show you how we do it 'round here Man the women they don't fake it they get naked down here It's da bottom, no bras no drawers Da bottom, where
Killa 'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an' Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend over He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your
the past But now but now I know now I know Now I know, now I know the difference From gold and brass You look like gold to me And I?m down on bending
I'm a gonna roll out the red carpet when you come home I'm gonna treat you like the way I feel like you ain't never known I'm gonna have brass band at
Oh I'm Building a boat to get me out of town So I'm cutting big tall trees down to the ground I'm gonna cut em up into bends With a couple of my friends
rope's gold-plated But I'm back to take revenge, my beef will never end I'll tear your midsection, 'til your body start to bend Like a pistol, I'm a
Going out nigga Big guns and sharp knifes Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time (I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging
I'm gonna roll out the red carpet when you come home Gonna treat you like the way I feel like you ain't never known I'm gonna have brass band at the station
Don Rich ] I'm gonna roll out the red carpet when you come home I'm gonna treat you like a VIP I feel like you ain't never known Gonna have a brass band
'll get clapped in the streets, bitch This nigga Ruck is fucking crazier than ten niggaz I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz
get clapped in the streets bitch This nigga ruck is fuckin crazier than ten niggaz I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz So
thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play fight With men, and Len, your real close friend But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't bend
hit spit bitches venacular Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras
Man or boy, we'll fight all as one Bending the rules, it's the call of the wild Last resort to be shot down in pains Playing your very last card Hoist
my eyes on you Visor's cool Ass be vast it's private school Imagination pornographic Memory is photographic why don't you Turn around Bend over so I
As the sun sets on battlefields I hope you can save me I hope you can save our wounded hearts Distance makes my heart grow colder Distance makes my heart