Memphis Bleek lyrics
Memphis Bleek lyrics
"Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It lyrics"
Evanescent, Everfading lyrics
Reflections Of The Wanderer/The Passing Of The Newborn GodI am come into these celestial lands; the dreaded journey is at an end. Time has passed, ages gone and lost, and the wandered returns to his home within the dead sky, to behold as, at the starlit dawn, Lucifer, the morning star, welcom
Reflections Of The Wanderer/The Passing Of The Newborn GodI am come into these celestial lands; the dreaded journey is at an end. Time has passed, ages gone and lost, and the wandered returns to his home within the dead sky, to behold as, at the starlit dawn, Lucifer, the morning star, welcom
[Memphis Bleek]
Ayo Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it
The hood's still in back of me, guns still beside of me
Still for the street, hoes they wanna ride wit me
Big print like I just hit lottery
Like y'all can't see a nigga straight from poverty
We ghetto, we're gutter, where you don't come around
Some dudes make records and say they underground, BUT
I choose not to go that far cuz I was born there pa
I don't gotta write bars you niggaz see my scars
And you know my story
I'm more for the war I'm
Ragged Sky lyrics
were we friends? were we lovers? does it matter - one or the other? but faces fade, the trail grows cold did something happen - or was it a phase? did someone tell me - or was it a phrase? did i believe stories i told? i must be getting old CHORUS nights i believe i'll live for
bout guts & glorywere we friends? were we lovers? does it matter - one or the other? but faces fade, the trail grows cold did something happen - or was it a phase? did someone tell me - or was it a phrase? did i believe stories i told? i must be getting old CHORUS nights i believe i'll live for
Them other dudes front for y'all I can't do it
I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music
I put the beat on, Murder'll roll the weed up
Put it on the street one week, watch it heat up
Heavy rotation rockin on Hot 9
You niggaz get your money right cuz I got mine
And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it
I been in it since 9-6 before I could drive whips
To focus on gettin' paid before "Coming Of Age"
Niggaz they understand the boy done became a man
Loyal to all my peeps that's why I did for the fa
Chanting lyrics
"I speak words of hatred" designed my masters revenge assigned to gods creation affix the evil blessing crucifix avoids your salvation assertion of intense pain desertion of christian promise crawling in your blood fall in agony from this... evil priest chants... backwards mo
"I speak words of hatred" designed my masters revenge assigned to gods creation affix the evil blessing crucifix avoids your salvation assertion of intense pain desertion of christian promise crawling in your blood fall in agony from this... evil priest chants... backwards mo
Who the FUCK, WANT, WHAT
None of you niggaz I'm right back cuz I aint done wit the bidniss
Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect
I give you that good game I told you I been M.A.D.E.
And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it
And I'm from the M to the A to the R-C-Y/why
So many niggaz be hatin' they don't want me to ride
But, you see Bleek just livin' his life
Instead you wanna see a nigga throwin' that iron
Well, so be it
It's many dudes in the team that ain't family now
And y'all see it
Dyn
Paul lyrics
With all the simple times behind me I can fail without regret If I have to try then I will never Be able to forget Bottoms down And out of reasons to hang around And when the sun is over Hong Kong I can tell you where she'll be Floating in a soft and lonely melody Dir
asty though, it remain the sameWith all the simple times behind me I can fail without regret If I have to try then I will never Be able to forget Bottoms down And out of reasons to hang around And when the sun is over Hong Kong I can tell you where she'll be Floating in a soft and lonely melody Dir
So every time you throw it up you know who changed the game homie
The ROC army; Get Low and State Property
Caked up in real estate and never played Monopoly
But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy
Cuz of the bigger plate and I got more baggies?
But shit where's the love
I could tell you it ain't nuttin over here but new guns & slugs
And it's all about the butter, you ain't listen baby boy?
That the ROC'll never lose we just kill & destroy
And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it