too tight! Only to get away - too many will lose right. Kill right now you got your head in the clouds Screaming your name! - Nothing can bring you down! Everybody got a dream
a player with tone - and that third trombone has to go! The man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune!" FIRMIN (reading his
kill the king, Or marry me or do any damn thing." Ham says, "Hey, go bake a cake, or give your booty a shake, Or take a jump in the motherfuckin' lake
my wolves, still packin' I ain't actin', unless they sold out the box office Or Spike Lee steps to me with better offers Tune in, play it again, Q, fuck
way lies Glow of the liquor store lights Set the scene for no rights Let's convene, discuss the scheme And hope it flows how we dream Tonight can make or
the robbers and the stolen moments from the out of tune guitars skipping out of school and sneaking into shows all kissing on the lips while we all play
forced to rap, remember that? It's that You know where I'm at, there go the gat Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack Steamin' _, speedin
instead of music that's smart or special Because art at a level that's real can be harder to peddle Business prefers a market that settles for 2nd rate Kill
make stars instead of music that's smart or special Because art at a level that's real can be harder to peddle Business prefers a market that settles for second rate Kill
wigs, and put the rubbres on my cock You see me out there, with big balls like Rosie Grier Players cream, I pull panties out your wet dreams Get deep
Kool Moe Dee ] What is a panther? A animal that kills I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills You could never in your wildest dreams Get a piece
Chris Rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields Nigga These Niggas will kill
of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon A play of millions roared along The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great Civil wars where brothers fought and killed
devil by the moonlight while death swept fingers on the harp and played a tune like I don't fear the reaper, neither do the sun nor the wind or the rain
running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups I don?t feel I done enough, so I?ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish [Hook] Six-foot