to size. So who'll live to see tomorrow. All Rise. And I awaken from this trance I'm in to forge on til the end. Wake Up. All Rise. And I awaken from
em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while
pro-jects 40-o-ez fuck a moette, mo' money mo' sex, no more stress And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies Any coward
the cross we need the wood Somehow you will rise, but without a tool I know honey you're a pro But baby I don't need your cash Mama got it all in hand
mankind, a pox on the planet We are the surgeons of sickness and shit Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror Our gruesome displays give rise
, you stepped in my darkness, Home's where the heart is, this'll be hardest bleeding pain you ever faced before while leaking from the wounds on your jugular veins, All
ya hammer (Lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer, kid (Lay ya hammer, kid) They want the drama, bring it to 'em, fuck 'em All rise, meet the preacher This pro
grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Verse 3: Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while
knees into the floor And take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
joke I'm a pro I'm like the pope on the low [Verse 2:] Soul music so intense so live It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived This is so exclusive and
't it alls lovin it when the artist can't talk People like us man confuse drugs crew And revel in the static electric pain of payin dues who breath some pro
(feat. H-Town All Stars) [Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication
all the same Regardless of your rep or your name Rappers walking in the rain Try'na state their claim (I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain
knees into the floor -- and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
the cross we need the wood Somehow you will rise But without a tool I know honey you're a pro But BABY I don't need your cash Mama got it all in hand
in, watch you step in Ev the lethal weapon, drop the vibe is Aristyle All I leave left is land mass, and lava rock literally In tact when it's done, I rise
advisable, flows like icicles, I aint following no trends I write the rules still see me rolling thru the ends all type of tools, get paid maintain from day to day, all
Hey get up! Wake up! Y'all know what time it is 4 A.M. every day we do this man it's wreck time Don't make me pull this rip out GET UP! Hey you in the
