was the night. O flow'r, whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air, Dispel in glorious splendour The darkness ev'ry where. True man, yet very god, From sin and death
been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields nigga These niggas will kill This ain't no cap-gun shots, nigga This a glock, pah, pah, It's death
muscle Cells about to separate, oh And I find it hard to concentrate And temporary, this cash and carry I?m stepping up to indicate The time has come
the drawer Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be bought They call me the anti-core, anti-talk Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of hugs That come
'Cause you'll always have a place in my heart And I swear I'm gonna love you till the day Till the day that death do us part You always seem to come
s m'lady And the fellas say my baby, sweet baby, my baby And the fellas say my baby, m'lady, m'lady I will stress to the death for m'lady Be a freak
much deeper now So I've made up my mind When the family sings sweet bye and bye They might as well go on and tell us both goodbye 'Cause you've come
Welcome, little boys and girls, you thought Niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga this the mobb fool, uh I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when
Life, I was a lonely man With my lead boots nailed to the floor Dancing the best that I can Sweets, took the pain away I saw a cold death at the end
me As long as she spread Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Let me take one last caress Go Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Come sweet death
trip or you might get what we call a rat pack i dont slack when it come to streets i get real g funk to a gangsta beat its so sweet when you got money
've always needed one like you to love and understand Now that you've come to fill that place, you're my buddy, man to man There comes a time when every
clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you do we beat ya down (X2) [Juicy J] The first nigga wanna step Gonna meet his death First I hit the
, invented time y?all In ten fourths y?all, I pay your cap y?all I player late y?all and draw down to I bust raps y?all, in love with naps y?all The sweet
'em with the rhythm of the future Come on, baby, let me play with you Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Come
don't worry about my name,) (Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang) Scratches + Woman singing in the background [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) A daughter come
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on It ain't nothin' like Come on, come on, come on, come