Bone Thugs-n-harmony lyrics
Bone Thugs-n-harmony lyrics
"How Many Of Us Have Them Lyrics"
Wasteland Warriors(feat. Souljah Boy Lyrics
[Krayzie (Talking)] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...) <
[Krayzie (Talking)] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...) <
Krayzie:
Fuck 'em, let the law end, 'cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump 'em all in.
Krayzie:
Nine millimeters, three-eighty's, you're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I
go with plenty artillery, cover your shit, there'll be gauges and
uzis. Let us begin with bullets, (can't none of they) break out the
niggas from prison and let 'em come with us--retaliation. We
come and blast 'em with
Ik Zing Lyrics
doof al de lichten zet de musiek lekker luid want ik wil dansen en zingen ik moet bewegen ik boel het diem in m'n huid nietsz houdt me tegen ik wil je
leather masks on. Let loose. doof al de lichten zet de musiek lekker luid want ik wil dansen en zingen ik moet bewegen ik boel het diem in m'n huid nietsz houdt me tegen ik wil je
Wish:
You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair. These niggas is
killas, try to feel us thuggish ruggish niggas from
Cleveland. We steadily creepin' on ya, and you better believe that we
bring that pap-pap to your doorstep, ho-check, you
don't wanna fuck with Bone. Let loose.
Layzie:
Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it, then he better shoot.
Nigga never no
A Curse Of Baal Lyrics
in the darkness of the night drifting mysteriously being an omen and the voice of curse the gravity slides and overlaps the axis of the other world what doesn't exist in the real world will com
9-1-1 to your rescue, never repsect you, in the darkness of the night drifting mysteriously being an omen and the voice of curse the gravity slides and overlaps the axis of the other world what doesn't exist in the real world will com
blowin' your chest through. Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' (?)
and I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript.
Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler, bailin'
through the Land equipped. When I grips the grip, pump, shot it,
shot it, jump off in my hottie. Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your
party, fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah.
The City Of Soul Lyrics
The summer is hot, the nights are still cold Here in Philadelphia, in the city of soul And we can let our hair down when it gets hot above 'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of love But s
Bizzy: The summer is hot, the nights are still cold Here in Philadelphia, in the city of soul And we can let our hair down when it gets hot above 'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of love But s
When I storm my cause up outta (?), get me, badge. War anytime I (?).
Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours,
expect the four, nigga bring your (?), and don't you (?) and I finish
you with it or you would missed it. On the hit list, couldn't
resist it, nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it. To the po-po,
you-know-who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go, lurk, better
searchin' all the do