Krayzie Bone Lyrics
Krayzie Bone Lyrics
"Silent Warrior Lyrics"
Green Card Lyrics
Manhattan you're so beautiful in your winter's twilight sky Your streets are full and buzzing, yeah it's Christmas time again I'm looking out my window on the 27th floor My view's a hundred taxis, I'm stuck here once again Ireland how I miss you at old Christmas tim
Manhattan you're so beautiful in your winter's twilight sky Your streets are full and buzzing, yeah it's Christmas time again I'm looking out my window on the 27th floor My view's a hundred taxis, I'm stuck here once again Ireland how I miss you at old Christmas tim
KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999
[Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced
gunfire. Utterance of pain.]
Pump your fists if you're with me.
Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah!
Pump your fists up if you're with me.
Let us be victorious, be victorious.
Move out. Hut one, yeah.
Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut.
Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior.
Listen to the story of . . .
The world war has begun. We gettin' ready to fight, and if y
Back Home Lyrics
Chorus: Back home Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Back home Ain't nobody hoping and praying 'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that Life goes bl
ou ain't ready to Chorus: Back home Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Back home Ain't nobody hoping and praying 'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that Life goes bl
die then don't be comin' outside. Spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty
ammunition. The mission's complete, and nigga, I've been waitin' for this.
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period. Figured you got niggas with
attitude behind the trigger. Steady, we pumpin' our fists in black fatigues. We
don't surrender. You wanna deal with us, get rid of us, split us? Come and get
us, and when you come get us, remember bitch you gots to kill us. And you can
surely believe that I, I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight. Croo
Games Lyrics
You ain't but a fire on my sad estate Burning my house to the ground High and mellow, oh how she rides me Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride A million times quicker than the pain Ohhh, games A million times better than the pain You ain't but a tele
ed You ain't but a fire on my sad estate Burning my house to the ground High and mellow, oh how she rides me Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride A million times quicker than the pain Ohhh, games A million times better than the pain You ain't but a tele
coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere, 'cause we won't get the mark of the beast,
no [Not me.]. Stay silent warriors. Silent warriors.
Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of
. . . If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you
can be killed.
Better get ready for combat. When we aim to bomb back, we usually contact.
Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. Crawl back, you muthafuckas, I
repeat--retreat. With plenty heat, you'll be defeated. Aw, that bloody murda
I'm Not Ashamed Lyrics
Words and music by Bob Hartman I'm not ashamed to say I need you You satisfy my every need And when I yield to You and give my love You always set me free I'm not ashamed to talk about You You given me a love You share I know you died and rose and will
Words and music by Bob Hartman I'm not ashamed to say I need you You satisfy my every need And when I yield to You and give my love You always set me free I'm not ashamed to talk about You You given me a love You share I know you died and rose and will
murda, baby. Silent situation is always the perfect assassination. Now, to the
graveyard, nigga where your brave heart? You play hard, now it's time for me to
break march, and take charge. We journey to the killin' fields, where the murda
and the shit is real. Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, comin' forth
to carry me home, me home.
Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of
. . .
If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be
killed.