before she close She goes, those my people Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them Keith's folks Yeah, watch how the 'E' locs 64 Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor Burn
sirens, kept it burnin (Hook-Rasheeda & Nelly) ATL to STL (we ridin) On them things and crunk as hell (we ridin) Your system blast then let it bump (we ridin) Spark
had to give, did you give conservative Think that all the years that passed you by we're all well spent Pictures of everyday life spark memories And
' like crossed wires And you breathin' in your sleep And you breathin' in your sleep Well there's just a spark of a campfire left burnin' Two kids in
! It's my party, your party, our party, every everybody We gonna tear, tear it up We gonna burn, burn it up, We gonna shut, shut it down, down, down, down
As I look back I'm really trying to see Just what it was that made us spark 'Cause the fire's out It leaves no doubt, the flame's not burning in our
you dropped me back Down to this cold, cold world Da da da Da da da Da da da The passion burning in your heart Would make Hell's fire seem like a spark
little Leon the professional I got the special flow listenin' to estero Puffin' vegetables and now I'm red to go The illest rhyme animal like Chuck Burn
just be me." I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I really mean." Look at the manifest list It got my name down A bald head for the cool
pound thats the way that I grind Hoes know the most potent blow On both coasts is approachin yo nose Left em, more open, right steppers turn left Or burn
burning meteor shower warnings leaving grind and grit and granite winding the second hand towards the finding of tablets for derelicts and martyrs puppeteers and marauders juggernaughts and argonaughts who are sparking
the line, past the point of no return Look back you'll crash and burn, but you'll have to wait your turn I take them down one at a time, do my crime
I'm gonna burn it down Ain't nothin' gonna stop this train, 'cuz it's off the chain I wanna burn it down Oh, I wanna burn it down Really wanna burn it down
Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire You burning up
G's than Sicily, pizzeria rotisserie Burn MC's out they misery My Nina, my nine-ah, Medina, marauder Sabrina, discard her, redeem her for Allah Supreme architecture, the beat spark
got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like
, "Damn, what a wonderful kid" I could do what I want, doin' dirt, not servin' a bid You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched From the grandpops, down
grab my dick and hold the heini Park the blue 600, Wally Kings is right behind me Tackle clubs, never rock lugz, I'm way above This mic is like golden gloves verses spark