love you Tom Tom: They love me so fuck everybody else Mark: Yea fuck all you guys out there that are cheering, yea we hate you Tom you suck dick burn
TWO "G" the planet could be deceased, We plead to the fleece while we're beggin' on our knees, In our hometown Cali with bears and green trees, Birds
Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint
ain't ready for this Niggaz ain't ready for this Chrome dips beamin' off July sun rays Trees are fade, blendin' with the side burn shades Cotton club
burned villages children cry burned fields mothers die smeared faces crying thousands fell on battlefields standing by my horse the battered armor burts
on the credit card Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana bad with the hammer My dun power through a hundred grand up Words from the Martin Luther King version we burn
wheezin, losin his breath from smokin trees and I'm still breathin, bleedin because it's frontin season Now I got that project belt, international/national
come home, now they cop ranges Hand to hand shoot outs with mack, new on the block stranger Caught up in VA, New York language Miami niggas had these projects
outta luck Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts Nobody drop the trees
card Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer My dun power through a hundred grand up Words from the Martin Luther King version We burn versus
(Feat. Iesha Jaco) They thought it was cool to burn crosses on your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard They thought it was cool
(feat. Ice Cube) California ain't a state it's an army [Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the
is only in the projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothafuckin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner
Metaphysically the heels have burned off of my shoes from all the running that we do and i can't keep up with you incorporeally i've had an out of body
Niggaz ain't ready for this... [Inspectah Deck] Chrome dips beamin off July sun rays Trees are fade, blendin with the side burn shades Cotton club status
was a feen She put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
