Eye for An Eye
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"Guns Blazing Lyrics"
Styles like al pacino
Reno until the carcelino
The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino
Digger than jim colisemo
More reservoir dogs than tarantino
Scales for venezuela, brown as ni o
Making the block hotter than jalepe os
G. luciano
Be wettin shit like piesce in casino
Fifty dollar cigar seer
The cosnia, the mafia
Don p. like garcia
Drug czar and the baby-pah beater
The m-8 behind the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama skier
Down with the parmesan
Ready to comb like vietnam with ar
God Lives There Lyrics
Pretty sky I could paint you When you're angered such a wonder and I think God lives there Hey - hey slug You're moving so slow Aren't you afraid you may be left behind - do you think? God will care I had an urge to buy a little wrong to be put right I live in hope I think I went the
msPretty sky I could paint you When you're angered such a wonder and I think God lives there Hey - hey slug You're moving so slow Aren't you afraid you may be left behind - do you think? God will care I had an urge to buy a little wrong to be put right I live in hope I think I went the
cause the hollow-points and phenomenon
The cheddar-spreader
The killer with the gold carretta
N-leader
The sweater-letter with the hollow letter
Drama-setter
The patmeretta gettin redder kids and mamma
Shredder
Infra-red clow off the armour better
The godfather, the problem solver
Coming through with the 6 shell revolver
Hot as lava
Guns skills that reel and in the ville I be the barber
Gangster saga, the motha-fuckin face carver
Drums of death hold your breath
Give you a dose of
Riding With The King Lyrics
A moment of steel, a dry eyed house Did he say goodbye to you, or did you kick him out I know you're not afraid to go alone But this was a marriage of spirit, flesh and bone Now what you gonna do when the planets shift What you gonna do, gonna slit your wrists Bleed all over the milky way The stars in your eyes
hit thats dope as sodaA moment of steel, a dry eyed house Did he say goodbye to you, or did you kick him out I know you're not afraid to go alone But this was a marriage of spirit, flesh and bone Now what you gonna do when the planets shift What you gonna do, gonna slit your wrists Bleed all over the milky way The stars in your eyes
The underworld family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the shoulder-holster
G. luciano with a click but nothin but n-s & chicanos
You get hit up like castrelano
Italiano like crime familia
N- dont get familiar
Me and my goons might have to kill you
Up in new york
We play bloodsports at home court
And hold down forts
Soon as ya caught, get your dome torched
G rap and dj shadow leave your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home court
Give you the
Inner Ego Lyrics
Forever, trapped in this inner maze Forever, trapped in this endless game... What you see is what you get So take your chance, fulfil yourself What you want you'll have to catch Be a winner outcast the rest But don't dig your own hole... clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking section
First-class tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where n-s never rest in
Headed in hells direction
Lost at the crossroads and intersection
Shouldve wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of butch cassidy
Bitch n- with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin tragedy
Drums of death
Forever, trapped in this inner maze Forever, trapped in this endless game... What you see is what you get So take your chance, fulfil yourself What you want you'll have to catch Be a winner outcast the rest But don't dig your own hole...
Surrounded by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking section
First-class tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where n-s never rest in
Headed in hells direction
Lost at the crossroads and intersection
Shouldve wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of butch cassidy
Bitch n- with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin tragedy
Drums of death