DMX Lyrics
DMX Lyrics
"2 Tears In A Bucket Lyrics"
Pounding Metal Lyrics
Goin' to the show pounding your fists to the air Heads slamming, brains bashing, it's Over The Top you don't care Headbanging rats rip this place from the ceiling to the ground Black night, Metal fight, tear it apart as we pound Pounding Metal, Pounding Metal Pounding Metal, Pounding Metal Losing control, feeling the force from the back to the
Goin' to the show pounding your fists to the air Heads slamming, brains bashing, it's Over The Top you don't care Headbanging rats rip this place from the ceiling to the ground Black night, Metal fight, tear it apart as we pound Pounding Metal, Pounding Metal Pounding Metal, Pounding Metal Losing control, feeling the force from the back to the
[Sheek]
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
When I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
Bitch you can call me what you want, 'cuz I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
Long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not double R
I'ma spell my name out on the side
Out in the Country Lyrics
(written by Paul Williams and Roger Nichols) - peaked at # 15 in 1970 Whenever I need to leave it all behind Or feel the need to get away-ay-ay I find a quiet place, far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out where the rivers like to
of your car (written by Paul Williams and Roger Nichols) - peaked at # 15 in 1970 Whenever I need to leave it all behind Or feel the need to get away-ay-ay I find a quiet place, far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out where the rivers like to
[Chorus:]
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
[Redman]
I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I ride
I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw (Choose your weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick
My avalanche it came with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold bloo
Ways Of Wisdom (Serve Two) Lyrics
Send them flowers masticate us meat contenders Undevelop contemplate a life as fur for superpowers abjuration in December Were you tempted by a life of contemplation I'll raise you - erase you Look at you now so far from why and how Quiet attire oven plant shareholders prosper Sound investments syncretism i
ded, my fam half eskimo Send them flowers masticate us meat contenders Undevelop contemplate a life as fur for superpowers abjuration in December Were you tempted by a life of contemplation I'll raise you - erase you Look at you now so far from why and how Quiet attire oven plant shareholders prosper Sound investments syncretism i
My flows move like endo
Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beats you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy awards cornin
The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it
In the helicopter, warmin before morning
Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun I bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some more ass to whoop on
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring
Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again) Lyrics
Lyrics by: Chuck Cannon / Allen Shamblin / Austin Cummingham Special Appearance by Wynonna and Naomi Judd (The Judds) Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's wants to lick the
terror Lyrics by: Chuck Cannon / Allen Shamblin / Austin Cummingham Special Appearance by Wynonna and Naomi Judd (The Judds) Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's wants to lick the
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to, its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ??? design
That tick it, tick boom, blow your mind
Yeah me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea
Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yellin Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
[Chorus]