you ask me if I love him I'd lie. He stands there then walks away. My God if I could only say "I'm holdin' every breath for you" He'd never tell
' it Until it hurts You can tell, it's not meant to be But you keep lyin' and lyin' Until You believe In the lie, in the lie, in the lie The lie...
tryin' it Until it hurts You can tell, it's not meant to be But you keep lyin' and lyin' Until You believe In the lie, in the lie, in the lie The lie
You can't hide the fact, Jack There's violence in the streets every day Any fool can recognize that But you try to lie and lie And say America's some
tracksuite Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes Robbin Niggers bare faced I knew it wasnt fair mate We'd lick a couple lappys And we'd
Ladies and gentlemen Fellow Americans Lady Americans This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly, killers in the country today
(First Verse) White Flag Hangs Up, I Ain't Got No Room For Them (No) If Love Was A Crime, I'd Be Doing Way More Then Life Girl I'm Through All I See
had some meat, somebody else had some corn mean and we'd get together and we'd make a meal, have a community dinner. That was when we were lucky and then we'd
It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe
's lost it's bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep through the night Some people say a lie's a lie's a lie But
the right,(right) The way shawty throwin' it on it ain't right. She got 'em four curves and a letter D, And all the dudes mad cause she's all on me. And I can't lie
-d-d-i-c-c-t-ted to me now and all the fast girls wanna get money baby girl you aint getting nuthin from me all you get is this (d***) make ya bounce
in ass and bass 'Cause that's how we be layin' tracks Just flip the funky rhyme and start sayin' raps Get funky with Ant Banks, PeeWee, Shorty B Father D, Dope D
on, niggas get flossed on Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone If you was a pussy you'd get fucked If you was a dick you'd get circumsized
sure to get dropped like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It's not a lie, I
a well known fact Like, yeah she know what she doing If a nigga chillin' with a stripper then he never go back home She got eyes butter pecan brown can
we stay hot [1 - J] Now would you die for your nigga? [F] Yeah I'd die for my nigga [J] Would you ride for your nigga? [F] I gets lie for my nigga [J
rappers favorite rapper Ain't no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz No tops, take 'em in all shape and size niggaz No lie
