things That people in France don't speak Take the elevator up to the 22nd level That's where you meet me, babe Girl, when you get up to the 22nd level
happen to be witchu When I kill you You can get ideas, nobody compares you thugs I will put out the bub on top of yo' head This .22 rifle, be shootin
You think you know, but you have no idea This is the diary of a breathing onomanopia Now here's another broken link for anyone Who thinks my life's together
ya'll deserved Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served And you got some nerve, for P-Hing Jason, do you have any idea who you facing? Just something
get that match She said, "Tell me where you goin" It's no doubt that I'm comin' in 'cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22 Right inside her bra or Calvin
from the South to the West side From the D I and where I love, Darkside, I forever got my pride Forever guide my guys to a better mind state or phase To replace all the wicked ideas
jail and it ain't no thang Can't wait till you get 22's on the hang A underage boy that's lookin' tossed And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want
know the deal To my seed, May I lead you into no breed of evil In the categories and stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22
I got the keys to view at number 22 Behind my green door there's nothing to see Is that a feature? What kind of creature Would hang around waiting for
guy, and he's like into a whole groupie thing with whips and things, don't ask me, and Frank got this great idea, actually he gets this great idea for
the visions that we have endeavored to show. And like the river we will flow. We Will do it all again. Faceless men who represent no idea or purpose
I was I told her 22 She told me she was 19 and the day was young So she took me home to her parents house I had no idea why I was going to her parents
Wayne Watson Psalm 101:3/Matthew 6:22-23 I haven't seen it all but I've seen enough Got some memories--Some I pray, one day, I'll forget
school, I dropped out of middle school, and now all I did was grow a beard, now I'm really cool, I'm super silly dude, so you really have no idea how
know it damn well It's been 22 years And we still see the same defeats In the same squares And in the same streets The idea was so brilliant A solid
cursive Tool shirt with the belt to match Four pound send shots through your Celtics cap You know me, B. Sigel with that lethal spit Fuck around and get your people hit Tek 22