you feel it out 52 bars.. [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, yeah, yeah; I'm a beast The pall bearer the one, the two carryin you (3) I'ma be leavin y'all sleep all in them
't mean to be rude But every holiday nobody eatin' her food An' you don't wanna stay there 'cuz them your worst cousins Got roaches at their crib like them
cards and Whatever trouble may be found I can never bring them back But those days remain inside the very heart of me My memories are white and black But the songs
light switch, young girls were trampled In the measured pool, pistol with mase, and broke the handle Desperate crawlin' to the door on all fours Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song
This nigga just bought eleven machine guns And he brought them in my crib Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton Heard Nia Long is in
should quit writing these songs right? Tell you what..do it better I just might Take it back to 86 you wanna lick, sike! Chorus Don?t let the TV mislead
quit Writing these songs, right? Tell you what do it better, I just might Take it back to eighty six, you wanna lick, sike Don't let the TV mislead
abhor the horror TV is the place where armchair generals and quarterbacks can experience first hand the excitement of video warfare as the theme song
know See the plot to control and to rot the soul You can make anybody that don't read believe anything that they see on the TV screen That a lie is reality
rap lacks 'Cause like I said, we got sold down the river And I ain't for these racist wars A lie's fed by these TV whores I know, it's more to news
know it's real and sex control, America Turn the TV on, it's in the open on the regular Yo, what the freaks in the video for? Fuck a song, give me a
slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin' aw made you look You
man, this for the city right here dog They call me Lamborghini Moss baby Where my ad-lib, here we go (vroom) Haas man I got so much swagg on this song
banned from TV N.O.R.E moving shut the fuck up [Nature] Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas
make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers i show them why
Can't look back now, tomorrow's never promised B Where I'm from, for (president) we voted Eric B Joe been crack way before my philosophy Banned from TV
you think For my respect, I do years in the bin Been in the game for the minute, I'm makin' moves I switch careers, I make them movies Got TV shows that