Woy a, natty congo A dreadlock congo I Woy a, natty congo A blackman redemption Woy yo, yo yo A blackman redemption Woy yo, wo wo No need no need to
[Chris Brown] I go by the name of Yung Chris Breezy Its hard to see me cuz Im fly as a plane And my swag is in 3-D I do this in my sleep In other words
I met him at the state store, he was tryin' ta holla I ain't care if he was old enough to be my father I knew his wife and went to school with his daughter
From the hands it came down From the side it came down From the feet it came down And ran to the ground Between heaven and hell A teardrop fell In the
(Thug Life bitch, goin' out like that) Once again Once again (Thug Life bitch) Y'all can't kill me (Goin' out like that) Y'all can't kill me Y'all can
Intimidation, I stand before you now Hold my crown, you won't strike me down A validation of all the blood I spill Survival of my will There's nothing
We made it to a strange town Going down the wrong road like any story retold Couldn't find a common ending We're way gone, be gone, looking for our own
Sometimes the only thing to do is turn around and go back home When every way there is to turn has vanished and is gone I've used up every trick that
Yellow City, yeah Benzino, yeah Yellow Man, yeah Young Hef, yeah (That's what they call me) Yellow City, yeah (That's where I'm from) Benzino, yeah (My
I've seen the shadows Of the corners of my mind And I go there all the time Am I missing what I might like I've tasted sin And it knocked me off my feet
(Drake intro) Yea It's Drizzy baby You already know what it is It's the first time I'm high It's the first time I've smoked in like 3 months I'm sorry
(Chris Brown) I go by the name of Young Chris Breezy It?s hard to see me cuz I?m fly as a plane And my swag is in 3-D I do this in my sleep In other
Lost at a game, so easy to play. I lost my faith, I lost my stride. How can this be, I fought so desperately. Was too afraid to show what I had inside
Come enter into this mind of plot-thickened hopes With stained photographs lying against cold walls And these broken chairs enter into reality Of deadly
[Instrumental] [Music: Chris Allister & Henk van der Laars] [All his devious actions escalate into an atmosphere of absolute mistrust.]
Threshold of desire Frequency of death I see Prospect to the future A mirror of insanity Bleeding Bleeding, bleeding ecstacy Resisting, resist the purity
We don't want a situation where the people dem a suffer thru a senseless.. Revolution Now we're dealing with the violence and they're killing one another
Falling across forgotten landscapes Transcending all time and space Well I've read from this book before but through different lips Turned by different