Time Waits for No Man
Rasco lyrics
Rasco lyrics
"Gunz Still Hot Remix Lyrics"
Guilty Lyrics
Gus Kahn / Harry Akst / Richard Whiting Is it a sin, is it a crime Loving you dear like I do If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty Guilty of loving you Maybe I'm wrong dreaming of you Dreaming the lonely night thru If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty Guilty of dreaming of you What can I do? What can I say? After I've taken the blame You say, "You're through You'll go your way" B
Gus Kahn / Harry Akst / Richard Whiting Is it a sin, is it a crime Loving you dear like I do If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty Guilty of loving you Maybe I'm wrong dreaming of you Dreaming the lonely night thru If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty Guilty of dreaming of you What can I do? What can I say? After I've taken the blame You say, "You're through You'll go your way" B
f/ Ed O.G., Reks
[Reks]
Now Folks listen here, R-E-K-S.
Yo, we done trekked from the east coast.
Get up from my dawg in San Francisco on this Gunz Still Hot Remix.
Rasco, Ed O.G., livin' legends in the game,
barkin' wit' one of the young dawgs.
We about to set it like this, c'mon.
[Ed O.G.]
If the suns still hot, then my guns still hot
You number one wit a bullet, wit just one shot
ass-backwards, I'm a dog spelled backwards
Who puff backwards wit tan timbs and black hoods
You gangsta, but testifying for immunity
Write your eulogy, time to close your window of opportunity
Ya career is over for major damages
Cheap labels, whack records, weak managers
Amateurs, pros get paid a fee
Niggas love the
Bus A Bus Remix Lyrics
Make ya feel good, feel alright One time, feel good yeah y'all Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Makin you feel real good y'all Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all Verse One: Busta Rhymes Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was
game so much they play for freeMake ya feel good, feel alright One time, feel good yeah y'all Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Makin you feel real good y'all Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all Verse One: Busta Rhymes Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was
Talk shit behind my back but won't say it to me
Rasco and Reks, now which asshole is next
Ed O.G. is Boston bound
You lost ya skills and lost ya sound, now they at the lost and found
We so hot we take cold shower
get it on for hours, compare your shit to ours...c'mon
[Rasco - Hook 2X]
Ayo, we spit it, you cats better get wit it
Nuttin' but cash man, we stay fresh-fitted
If niggas is layed out then Rasco did it
Find me at the spot wit the guns still hot
[Reks]
I spit 16 bars of the deadliest paragraphs
Take the rap game, divide it by one, and then shatter half
Use the other half for target practice
Every rap cat wit a pad and pen or iron horses turn corks to ashes
Rasco sent to spit, my
Orpheus Lyrics
Standing firm on this stony ground The wind blows hard Pulls these clothes around I harbour all the same worries as most The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost I wrestle with an outlook on life That shifts between darkness and shadowy light I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world Sunlight falls, my wings open wide There's a beauty here I canno
gun hot wit the clipStanding firm on this stony ground The wind blows hard Pulls these clothes around I harbour all the same worries as most The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost I wrestle with an outlook on life That shifts between darkness and shadowy light I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world Sunlight falls, my wings open wide There's a beauty here I canno
Pistol [???], make ya heart pump, jump and then skip
R E K S wit adrenaline scripts
Keep it rockin' like the pendulum twitch, past millennium tick
Continuous wit, the coast to coast
flows to ya throat, flows you can quote
Alls toe to toe, ready for war, my south paw will pop ya confetti jaw
This ya first taste of Reks dawg, you'll get many more
Rollin' wit two vets, and you bet we armed
I don‘t do threats, when I bark wit the dawgs I bring it on
You whack cats ya lifelines up so beg Regis
If you could make just one more call to the Lord Jesus
[Hook 2X]
[Rasco]
My six-shooter can shoot from all ways, hotter than the sun
For some we get dumb, you know where we from
C-A-B-A-Y the area
Ras' lock it
The Green Manalishi Lyrics
Written by peter green. Now, when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks The night is so black that the darkness cooks Dont you come creepin around - makin me do things I dont want to Cant believe that you need my love so bad Come sneakin around tryin to drive me mad Bustin in on my dreams - making me see things I dont wanna see
down like a pitbull terrierWritten by peter green. Now, when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks The night is so black that the darkness cooks Dont you come creepin around - makin me do things I dont want to Cant believe that you need my love so bad Come sneakin around tryin to drive me mad Bustin in on my dreams - making me see things I dont wanna see
My Beantown recruits, rockin' black suits
For all of these whack groups, cause nigga we bout loot
You want proof? I speaks nuttin' but truth
255 feet and get shot off the roof
I be the hitman for grands
Nuttin less than the franks and grands in the hand, reppin' for San Fran
My plan is this, expand the list
Travel the globe and take the world off hold
Spit cold, my ice is froze quite nice
For that price I'm ready to pull that heist
We still precise, pin-point ya joint
Remove the groove, blown outta ya shoes
I can never lose, I bruise tracks for stacks
of them green backs, have me a drink and lean back
and think of all them times I blew those spots
Cover ya knot because the guns still hot
[Hook 2X]