Esham Lyrics
Esham Lyrics
"7 Mile RD. Lyrics"
Part 4: The Struggle For Life And Death Of "Knowledge" Lyrics
The desperate struggle for life and death of "knowledge" begins. [Machine: ] Why? Ooh... Why? Why? I'll.... ...die! I'll die! Why... ...I will die! The Angel doesn't seem to
The desperate struggle for life and death of "knowledge" begins. [Machine: ] Why? Ooh... Why? Why? I'll.... ...die! I'll die! Why... ...I will die! The Angel doesn't seem to
You don't know my fucking [stilo?]
I can't fuck with you punk if you can't cop a kilo
36 ozs, no [goldees?], hoes on their knees, bitch please
I owe the mob 4 million
They want their money or their dope or they're killing all my children
Fuck that I'm Bruce Wayne insane, if you see me in the rain I'm selling cocaine
You see I just joined the mob man
And see the run with the righteous or Batman and Robin
And I ain't with t
How will I know Lyrics
Baby how will I know When I’ll meet an angel How will I know That I should go, baby, go Baby how will I know When I’ll meet an angel How will I feel and see That you will carry me
he stick upBaby how will I know When I’ll meet an angel How will I know That I should go, baby, go Baby how will I know When I’ll meet an angel How will I feel and see That you will carry me
For every nigga that you stick up
He's bound to call his clique up
I got to worry 'bout the police
And the F.B.I., wanna know why
Cuz I'm a million dolla ball playa
And these minor league niggas would love to see me fall playa
I'm on craps like 2 dice
Fuck FM 98 and that bitch nothin' nice
I'm underground like P-Funk,
And I'll still put you're bloody body in the fucking trunk punk
I'm on 7 mile riding d
Industrial Wasteland Lyrics
(Claude S.) Technology and future need is a picture we'd like to paint. The truth though will somday show, when there's no rain or falling snow. An Industrial wasteland, a technological nowhere la
rty(Claude S.) Technology and future need is a picture we'd like to paint. The truth though will somday show, when there's no rain or falling snow. An Industrial wasteland, a technological nowhere la
With a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funk
Nigga what?
I'm on 7 mile ridin' dirty
168 I hate to jump back
So now I must add and subtract to pay the stack
Ill automobiles, V12's and meals
A half a million dollar house out in he hills
My chrome plated .357's my tool
Nigga don't make me out a fuckin' fool
You's a hoe ass nigga, ain't got no loot
If basketball was a gun, you'd be scared to shoot
Fuck that rap
Sure Lyrics
I'm sitting here waiting for my lover Last time we met I wasn't to sure Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one When she reads this I'm hoping she'll call But I need much more than beforethat you saying, don't make no sense
My recital is vital once I commence
Got 36 oz, one kilo z
2 8th's is a half and 4 is a key
I'm a street politician so I politic
If the chicken ain't cookin' then the grease ain't clickin'
Get a bird mother fucker, fuck that a nine to five
Call me John Travlota cuz I'm stayin' alive
7 mile ridin' dirty
To all my homies sellin' dope, don't be a snitch and don't go broke
I'm sitting here waiting for my lover Last time we met I wasn't to sure Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one When she reads this I'm hoping she'll call But I need much more than before
My recital is vital once I commence
Got 36 oz, one kilo z
2 8th's is a half and 4 is a key
I'm a street politician so I politic
If the chicken ain't cookin' then the grease ain't clickin'
Get a bird mother fucker, fuck that a nine to five
Call me John Travlota cuz I'm stayin' alive
7 mile ridin' dirty
To all my homies sellin' dope, don't be a snitch and don't go broke