a word beginning with the last character (syllable) of the first player's word, the third playe T say a word beginning with the last character of the
with their badges all bloody, fuck 'em all, ain't no peace. Strapped with heat on thugs, I roll with the nines, it's time to get with ya. Bet I won't
, Thug On Da Line) La Reece where you at? (Playa, Thug On Da Line) You niggaz knowin' where I'm at (Nigga, Thug On Da Line the Line) The Line yeah, yeah
' up over the Rockies Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that Dark rhythm in her soul but I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the
you're trying to achieve, girl? Do you think we can talk about it some more? You know the streets are filled with vipers Who've lost all ray of hope
breath, I fell down, I could not stand Captain Arab, he starting writing out some deeds He said, "Let's set up a fort and start buying the place with
supplies An' replacin' them with magic mushrooms In hopes of helpin' niggas see beyond their reality, stop Give my regards to Brooklyn These thugs can't fuck with
And then it was over and we took our applause We passed the peace pipe and thought no more About the scenes that were missing, about the lines we had
But just don't stay all day 'Cause you know it means nothing to me Don't see much sense in lying here with you The sex is over now, what is there left
cash crop Yeah, you nothing but part of the cash crop With potential of becoming more than them (yeah) with their as up Got you gassed up with visions
Lie down, fair one and come away Till the rain is over and gone, gimme the beat now Face the music Lead line Face the music If the air is a little thick
I hope it's not to late for us. I know I hurt you a thousand times, (a thousand times) But I want you back and that's the bottom line. (the bottom line
with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve mc's in the lunch line But when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go Who must
free beer and I drank it with gratitude Once I started I couldn't stop That's how I got from The bottom to the top A businessman with a very young dolly
go get yo Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Everybody need they Cigarettes and liquor [Verse One]: I got twenty little soldiers lined
contenders with pure chewing satisfaction Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion Elbowed with
side of C A, why they try to P H Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A So fuck them them other N I double G A S Hate the pops and kill the T A Hang with
the cheese and this 'bouta bring So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things I'm starting all over with composition sticky like