just take a look at that biggy that wanna be tupac he hittin' me up the rooftop cause my group is too hot your crew not, some fool said that my music
Jail For Some Of The Shit I Said Realist Nigga Ever Done It, Breathin Or Dead Two Record Deals, Radio Still Wont Play Me But I Dont Give A Fuck, Cuz Them Streets Done Made Me Said
the streets are wet. the sky is leaking. got 26 miles to home. and me i'm thinking. about the blue behind these dark grey clouds. and how you used to
a very different picture. * It's often been said that truth is the first casualty of war, It is, but the same could be said of life. From birth we are
of graves. There I knew we'd be alright. Everything will be alright... Will be alright... Will be alright... Will be alright. News reports on the radio said
you [Bugz] Im a brand named guy Who loves to stay high Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size A bitch named bitch Whos thick with grey eyes
Beautiful dark eyes, a strong stare Large lips, soft hands and long hair I said I'd make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it I said I'd make
the war cheats me (yeah?) If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low Strays don't vacate slow Radio check check Video check
the dancefloor Cause I'm back to rock for you once more I don't worry about what he said or she said As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed
the cream and all that but kinda left a void in me you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life said my mic aight pump your radio you could record as
radios. And there sits she no bed, no bread, no butter on a double yellow line where she can park anytime. Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer some
Stentorp) I'm running on empty alone in a steel cold town The colours are fading to grey when you're not around I'm going over what you said The words
said There's a storm front coming (mood indigo) White water running and the pressure is low Storm front coming (mood indigo) Small craft warning on the radio