(Chorus 2x). No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast. No money, weed, no cash. It's time to get in that ass. Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie.
Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8. . Darkness, (black!) buried underground. 3 slugs in my chest, never been found. I'm decomposin', my lungs collapse.
This town has no culture. This town has no class. This town has these whores all shaking their arse. This town has more pawn shops than people to steal from.
Yo, yo, yo, yo the Sheep are back, black. On the attack that fattens your format. And suckers have to backtrack, regroup, resign. As me and mine recline in shade.
J Holiday ft Black Cobain - More Than A Love Song. J Holiday ft Black Cobain - More Than A Love Song.
Play my music high. And its happening. Like to see them smile. When I start to sing, Im. Sick and tired of. People doing this for the dough. I know we all need and inc but Im.
The goal is to make it at last, they shut u you down fast. You wanna fight back, fed up with how it feels when it seems, you're losing your dreams. And you so patiently been holding on to them.
We keep embellishing upon the new unchartered path. Expressing what we see and how we comprehend the math. So there's enough for everyone. We gotta make it last, we gotta make it last.
[Chorus x15]. Make you feel that way. . [Verse One]. Up an early for the hope of a brand new day. See a homie you ain't seen since back in the day. Fresh haircut fitted wit a fat ass fade.
Ah one two, ah one two. Ah one two, ah one two. I'd like to introduce myself. My name is ah Biz Markie. . Well, I'm the human ultra called Biz Markie.
Refren:. Nu-i nimic zici, mergi mai departe. Nu-ti iei tu, nu-ti face nimeni parte. Dupa ploaie nu vine-ntotdeauna soare. Din viata asta pleci, un oarecare. X2.
Murderation control of the mind. Situation death you'll find. Left you behind when I kick my flow. So I'm 'bout to bring it back like you don't even know.
It took a long time sittin' in your one and only. Niggas said they comin' in a month or so. But they run though, how they really want it. Want all the rain and thunder shit.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, lotta money in here. Uh, terror squad, now and forever. Top of the world, tun, yeah, uh, yeah, uh. . They call me Joey Crack, my name'll never be forgotten.
Uhh, it's my turn, y'know what I mean?. Get this motherfuckin' money y'know, shit. Yeah, I went double, y'know?. Niggaz goin triple, five, ten platinum.
What's the deal baby?. Some for you dick ridin' motherfuckers. You non-believin' ass motherfuckers. To all my niggaz, I love y'all. Ai yo pun, what's the deal, baby?.
Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool 'em. Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, nawmean?. In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man.
"Mama, I don't understand. Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man". I said, "Mama, now I'm on the run. Dear Mama, what have I done?". .
That's my word, God, kick that thug shit, God. Kick that motherfuckin' thug shit man, word up, man. (What's up, son? What's up?). Word up, get go. (No doubt, nigga).
Huh, feel this here, baby, I grind, got to stay on it. Know what I'm talking about, Moe on his grind. Huh, all the time, I even like to bump and grind.